I write because when I do, I forget all else. As my fingers bounce across the keys, as words tumble over each other to land in succession on the page, as letters become words become sentences become paragraphs, life becomes something that makes a little bit of sense.
To write makes my heart beat faster with the sheer invigoration of it. It is my car racing, my bungee jumping, my watercolour. It makes me more of what I am, the best version of myself.
There are days when ideas and concepts in my head that are jostling their way out of my little brain. Characters….some real, some imagined and some real-imagined. Each being born in the fog of science in my cranium, elbowing their way past treatment protocols, drug contraindications, suture properties, principles of wound healing. Many of these men, women and yes, animals, never see the light. Some underdeveloped and some not very interesting in the first place languish quietly before they can emerge into the world. But a few remain, laying low, biding their time, building their strength until they can climb out onto my laptop. Others form stories that blossom, give me hope, then whither like the end-of-day flowers at the railway station kiosk. The ones that sell for half price to husbands who are home late again and couples who don’t like to turn up empty handed to dinner parties. Perhaps one day a concept, an idea will take on a bigger life….one that makes it to my screen and eventually onto paper.
Why do I write? I write because that act of weaving words, of hitting keys to make people, places, animals and situations take shape is what allows me to call myself a writer. I write because writing is like medicine for my soul. Because what I have written may be all I ever leave behind, even if no-one ever reads it. Writing allows me to start to un-jumble the mess that at times is life, to put it into simple words and complex sentences. I write because sometimes the beauty and sorrow of life is so overwhelming that I need to reduce it to mere words to improve my grasp on it. When I write, I at times escape reality and at other times embrace it.
I write for me. I write to show you a piece of me. To connect with you, even if it’s only through words on your screen.
I write because I am a writer.
Why do you write? And if you don’t, what is it that takes you to that happy place?
This is a blog hop and the lovely Kate of Raising Misters gave me the opportunity to participate. Check out her post here. The bloggers I am tagging are Amy from Milkteaxx, Zarine from Maybe in Madras and Tammi from Insatiable Munchies. These ladies are very talented so do keep an eye out for their posts.
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What a lovely post. I wish I could write that and the words would come out so easily. Writing for me is such a huge task. Infact my latest post is how hard it is for me to write 🙂
Thank you. Can’t say it’s always easy but I love it enough to push through the writers block. Will check out your post too.
Hi Deeps yet one more beautful writing. I would also add that ‘I write because I have a talent for writing. I have the talent to put the jumbled up words into meaningful sentenses….’ Keep writing Deepa😊
Awww…thanks. …
Lovely post Deepa, keep it up.
I don’t write ’cause I don’t know what to and how to write!!
Thanks!
Why do I write…hmmm. I write to get better at it, to vent and complain, to share my sarcasm!
Great post D!
Haha. …..I love your sarcasm! Agree that it should be shared.
Thanks Ameena!
So beautifully written Deepa – I love this bit “I write because sometimes the beauty and sorrow of life is so overwhelming that I need to reduce it to mere words to improve my grasp on it.”
Thanks Sarah 🙂
**I write because sometimes the beauty and sorrow of life is so overwhelming that I need to reduce it to mere words to improve my grasp on it**
Lovely. Perfect.
Why do I write? To. Breathe.
Thank you for the sweet words 🙂
Brilliant! The writing is like medicine part is so true.
I will get on this tag soon!
Your writing is beautiful!
I enjoyed reading this thoroughly 🙂
AND your mint slice is totally delicious 😉
Cassie from Journey from Within
Thank you on all accounts! I’m glad the mint slice got to you safely and that you liked it!
Yes!
Beautiful post :))))
Thanks muchly 🙂
Such beautiful writing Deepa… Made me ponder on why I do!
keep writing. You have some pixy dust on your finger tips..
That’s so lovely! Thank you ☺️