A Writers Work

‘What do you want to be when you grow up,’ is a pretty easy question. However, I usually answered with a shrug. My idea of what I wanted to do with my life had changed so many times by the time I had entered college. I was never really sure. I couldn't settle into the idea of doing just one thing my whole life. Was it a veterinarian, because I loved animals so much. A police officer because I wanted to defend the innocent and take down the evil doers? What about a witch so that I could cast spells and enchant forests. Oh but what about a teacher, where I could enrich little brains. I wanted to ride dragons and win gold medals. My heart skipped from one desire to the next. How could I ever just pick one thing?

There was one thing, however, that remained consistent and that was my love for wild adventures and a good story. From fantasy fiction novels, to enchanting Disney movies, and all the little moments in life that felt like they were ripped from the pages of a Never Ending Story. My mind constantly ran wild with fictional chapters while daydreaming. It only settled when images of adventures were being fed through my irises. When words flooded from descriptions of far away lands straight through to my brain. Where scenes curated into escapism from boring realities and traumatic events. When the real world became too much, I slipped into the fantasy of visualized creations and shut out the world I sometimes felt trapped in.

Another form of detaching was through music. Oh how the melodies soothed me all the way down through my bones- but the lyrics - they rocked my soul. Gently, smoothly, welcoming. Words depicted emotions I felt I could never put into my own breath. To know that someone else’s moment of pleasure, pain, or injustice matched so exquisitely with how I was feeling. So much that they transmuted it into art. Oh to be able to puzzle together letters that could create words - if strung together subliminally - so thoughtfully. Poems and beautifully crafted written works of literature that knew just how to reach someone else’s atmosphere. A symphony of art that could take another being out of the fog of emotion they were encased in. Music that could free them, empower them, Inspire them to move? Inspiration to make them run to something better and rip off the rear view mirror. To never look back and to not take anymore of someone else’s shit! The power to make someone dance, to sing, to cry out after locking in tears for so long. Oh how I longed for that power…

To yield a force so great that I could change someone's entire life with just a few correctly placed words. To give them back everything that had ever been taken away from them. To let the whispering of my verses entangle into the ear canal of someone on the edge of their cliff. Just as they’re about to dive off the edge - they are pulled backwards. A woman on her knees is filled with the whispers of my encouraging letters and it lifts her up.

A story that inspires a girl to be the best woman she can be. A poem that touches the soul of a lover and encourages them to keep loving. The anti-hero's villain story. How a saint found their way out of the dark. The guy that gets the girl, vice versa, and both. A great adventure to far off lands. My love for stories evolved into a desire to create them and one day I began to do just that. I started a journey of written manuscripts that will hopefully one day reach the eye’s of those who need them.