I think that many people don't take the life of a writer seriously. It is just stuff, fluff, words, something to fill our time, instead of going out and getting a real job-some might say. But writing is a very real job. One where we're hard on ourselves long before anyone takes a crack at us.
It takes courage to put your words out there for others to see, whether it be online, via snail mail or in an email to a friend. Maybe as much courage as a lion tamer, or a snake charmer. We-the writers- expose ourselves to thousands of unseen eyes, the lion tamer or snake charmer on the other hand, have the excitement of the moment, and then the danger-hopefully-is gone.
I started out writing just to help with the stress of helping my ailing mom. Now I do it for I don't have peace inside me if I don't. Writing, emailing, submitting articles, in a way, it's like having my own personal journal. In it I can be myself- express myself. In it I can admit what I feel, show the doubts, and worries I don't show to those that know me.
Outside- my family sees this person they can go to for advice, and know that they will care, and listen, inside I am looking for someone to listen too, but sometimes there's just no one there. So on here I can be me. On here I can write what I don't always express to those that know me.
Here I can be a writer. Here I can be free.
It's like the saying, I think therefore I am, but it's I am therefore I write. It's something inside of us that needs to come out. Welcome to the fray and I look forward to reading your works.
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