I write for myself.
I enjoy language, words, phrasing. How they feel on your tongue when you read aloud.
Generally it's a private thing. I'm a bit of a perfectionist and somewhat proud (vain) so I'm careful about exposing my work.
Plus, I tend to write things I have trouble saying. It's been like this most of my life. It's a protective mechanism that I've tried to overcome. I need people in my life to hear my thoughts, hear the words that are important. Things I didn't hear growing up like " I love you".
Seeing the words before me though makes everything more clear.
And it's a record of my life. I have piles of journals dating back to my childhood. I used to love writing on paper. Computers, and blogs like this makes writing even more portable.
I often re-read my writing. It helps reminds me where I was during a particular time, how I was feeling, how I've matured...or not.
It's theraputic and challenging.
And it's ultimately where I can be myself.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
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