Today I have something different from me feel free to skip over this if you just want photos of my nails or my lips or whatever you're into.
I am a writer, it doesn't come across very much (or very well) on this blog but I am. I write a hell of a lot and have done for a while. I am not going to go into great detail about what I have written or my blogging triumphs and fails here as really they're not important (and trust me I've had my fair share of both). I saw this cute prompt challenge over at the darling Alicia from Fixin To Faff's blog and asked if I could join in. So Come Play In May with me!!
So why do I write? Honestly I don't know. I guess the simple answer is I love to read and writing is the next logical step for me. I have never written with the intention of being published (although I have been lucky enough to have been a few times). I write so I can read it back, so I can enjoy something that is perfectly how I want it to be. Oh the narcissistic tenancies of that!
Is there a more complex answer though? Yes I am sure there is. After all if my degree taught me anything it is that a Author always has a motive to why they write. I am sure Freud would have a field day with me. For a long time I could only write from a male point of view, or with a male main character. I just couldn't put myself into a female viewpoint or mindset. My newest work, is the first time I have really been able to successfully write a female point of view. I am sure that says alot about me as a person. I find it hard to completely separate myself from my writing. I am a very passionate and very emotional writer. I sometimes think I feel too much... if writing helps that or not I don't know... but I have broken a barrier in my writing and it feels good.
So yes writing is escapism and cathartic at the same time and rolled up and crammed into the keyboard of my laptop, waiting to be unsprawled on the page. And somehow those pixels when they are put in that certain order are pleasing to me.
My writing is chaos and yet also order, completely incohearant and yet it makes perfect sense (to me at least!) I am a paradox in the body of a timid girl and writing is my manifestation of that. Yet sometimes from the crazy comes something pure
Is my writing good? I have no bloody idea. Does it matter? I doubt it!