August 5, 2010

The Reasons I Write

I think I write for the same reason some people cut themselves. Writing is a release.  It empties me of all my thoughts, and fears, and concerns, and observations, and conclusions, or lack of conclusions.  Writing makes me an empty vessel all over again.  Sometimes I write to God, sometimes I write poetry, sometimes I write chapters in my novel, sometimes I write letters, but all writing serves as a release to me.

I also write to document moments in time.  I am fascinated by all the millions of moments in time we can never recapture.  When I write about an event I try to put every feeling, touch, scent, sound, taste, color, anything I can think of to describe the moment. I love to be able to reread something I have written and immediately return to that place and time because I hit it in my writing.  "Schmeekle Park" is one poem where I hit it. No moment I write about will ever be lost to time and hopefully will be preserved by my daughter and her daughters and their children.

I write with hope that someone, somewhere can read what I write and say they know exactly what I mean.
We all walk different paths but often come to similar conclusions.  For me writing is a path to understanding, a place to share your story, and hope it can help someone to understand exactly what I feel.  They may not agree with me but they can see how I became who I am.  Writing is easier for me than talking.  Perhaps my writings will never permeate on a global scale and  may only be shared with a great grandchild rummaging through old boxes in her mother's attic. But that is enough for me.

I write because when I get it right, writing gives me a buzz like no other.  And I must admit, I like buzzes.  Now writing is a perfectly legal buzz and causes no problems with the authorities.  When I hit that writer's high and feel what I have written says just what I wanted it to say, there is no other feeling like that!

I am starting this discussion (I HATE the word BLOG) because there are many events in my life that are compelling me to write.  Those details will be spilled out in future posts...
Posted by Lisa at 7:55 PM