Why I Write

As most of the people in my life know, I am a pretty quiet person. I prefer a quiet night at home to heading to a rowdy party or huge gathering. I am an introvert. Quite often, I cannot put my thoughts into words the way I want to. But when I write, the words come easily. Sometimes I write a piece I didn't even realize was in my head. It just spills out. Another thing I have difficulty with is labeling my emotions. But if I write about them in an abstract way, like in a poem about the bottom of the ocean, I can reread it and discover which emotions I'm feeling. Writing is also a way for me to connect with other people without the pressure of speaking face to face. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good conversation, but for me, it is easier to touch other people with my writing. I have reached others who can relate to what I am feeling and going through. I've heard numerous times that my words have made someone feel less alone. So this is why I write. To reach others, to touch hearts, to translate my own emotions, to heal, to cope, to communicate.

I wrote this piece as I thought of the mess that's in my head. My thoughts are disorganized and often feel incomplete. But when I put pen to paper they flow from me coherently.

I write my pieces on one of my four typewriters. I will introduce you to them on another post.