Inside the Mind of a Writer

I can't stop. The moment my pen hits the table, I can feel the words rising up within me again. The thoughts race and circle back and forth through my brain as quickly as possible. The fuzzy haze in my mind all of a sudden becomes crystal clear, flowing through the ink of the pen and out onto the page.

The creative mind has this dilemma; that we must create to live, and if we ever stop creating, we die a slow and miserable death. Writers block is an agonizing disease that plagues me several times a month. My only cure: to sit down and write, anything and everything that is dancing in my head, even if none of it makes any sense.

Every feeling, memory, or story I can think of, it all comes racing out of me, like magic, until my hand cramps up and my fingers are black with ink and I feel like I can't go on any longer. But I can't just stop. I can't stop because if I gave up that easy, I would be a coward. To give up that easy would be a disgrace to everyone and everything I know.

My time is best spent when I drop everything and write. It doesn't matter how bad my day was, how depressed I am feeling, how mad I am; writing releases all of that for me. That's how I became a writer. When I was a teen, I spent a lot of time in my room listening to music and crying. But now, my tears are these words. The ink spilling from the pen is my blood, my tears. I found my hope, my cure in writing. I want to give you some valuable advice about being a writer;

you must write from your heart.

It sounds like something every great writer will tell you, and it's the truth.

Good writing is that which stirs the soul; that which brings forth an awakening, enlightening its readers. Good writing takes time and effort and care...most of all, it takes heart, and lots and lots of courage.

The courageous s writer is not the one who spends their entire life in a fantasy world, but rather that one that takes what's inside of them and opens it up for all the world to see. The vulnerable writer, stripped of every fancy word, is the most beautiful thing in the world, for it is often when we are in this place, vulnerable to our readers, that we often feel the most at peace. When everything is out in the open, it can seem scary at first, but we become braver, stronger, and after all, writing is a form of intimacy that simply can't compare to anything else in the world,

so we must speak the truth.

We must speak the truth and believe that somewhere out there,

someone is listening and understanding.

Our words become a symbol of freedom,

in which our voices are heard

and our souls are set free.

Our voices sing out from the rooftops and the trees,

our voices blow in the wind; we speak to you, dear reader:

we want you to hear of our triumphs and our sorrows,

our yesterdays, our tomorrows.

We want you to believe that by this simple act,

we have sparked something creative

in your heart

and that, line by line,

we can make a difference.

Somewhere beyond these pages

is an avid reader, listening.

Somewhere beyond these pages, a writer is born.