i'm finding more and more how necessary it is to chronicle life - thoughts, hopes, dreams, rants, made-up stuff. writing is therapy for me. self-discovery on paper and screen. up to now, most of my words have been devoted to journaling and blogging and an occasional poem-esque thing. this type of writing is essential to my creative me because it's mostly uncensored and in raw form. i'm not terribly picky about writing supplies, although not long ago, i decided it would be fun to make myself a journal. when it was finished, i was tempted to give it away as a gift to someone, so on the first page, i painted in giant letters "MINE!" and i'm glad i kept it. it's nice to write in something specifically devoted to 'these words' of mine.
so. i recently decided to take a creative writing class to expand my understanding of this wordsmithing craft. perhaps it's unnecessary to learn how to write right, but it's challenging me and i love a challenge. i think it's the first step in helping me get from being a writer to being a story teller. and i've got stories to tell. we all do. we each have something to say and a unique voice to say it with. there will be self judgment, there will be resistance to vulnerability, there will be a struggle with truth, there will even be some quitting. and some days there will just be a big, happy vocabulary playground. but in the end, because of or in spite of the process, what you write may - just may - touch another human (or yourself) with the realization that they are not alone in this world. and that will make it all worth the word-work. don't you agree?
