Writer

I saw a girl in a little vendor stand at a festival just the other day holding a handmade paper journal with the most curious eyes. I asked her if she planned to fill the pages with her mind and she told me she didn’t, as writing to her most often consisted of recalling her negative experiences and she didn’t wish to bring those to the surface so often. This is the case with any writer in my opinion, but it doesn’t have to end there of course.
Putting pen to paper is an act of revelation that creates the opportunity to say something you weren’t expecting to say when you picked up the pen. It’s a process that is frustrating and cathartic simultaneously…a release of demons and an affirmation of eternity. Sometimes it’s just something that needs to be done in order to get to the next page on the next day as an exercise in stability and consistency. Writing is accessible. Writing is FREE. Writing is REAL. I’ve said many times, if you want to get things done in this World, write it down, say it out loud, and then it will begin to become so. As I write this, I know it to be true. With 15,000 pages of handwritten journal entries behind me filled with thoughts and memories I could never otherwise recall, I can only wish the next 15,000 to be more of the same.