Once again thank you for reading! I have noticed in the days since I have started dedicating myself to writing and everything literature that my life has changed in a few ways. The first is that my mind is constantly buzzing with ideas for this blog post or that new book idea and that my family and friends are startled at seeing this new side of me.
As mentioned previously, my writing and love of it has always been something private. I seldom talked about it with my mother, let alone my friends. Whenever someone would call me up and ask what I was doing while I was writing, I would just say that I am watching a movie or something like that. I remember, it was maybe a year into my relationship when I told him casually that I write, and I didn’t comment on the matter further. With one of my best girlie friends, we talked about my writing and her love of reading once at a café on one of our first friend dates. However, as my writing progressed in my current book and I decided that I wanted to finish this one, I started talking about it a little bit more. I freaked out the first time my family and friends asked me to tell them what my story was about and who the characters were. My boyfriend is not a reader, whatsoever. By that, I mean that he has not finished one book in his life. He got half way through ‘Lone Survivor’ and then quit. So, when he asked me to let him read a chapter I gave in, because I knew that he would never read it!
Then a few weeks ago out of the blue, I said that I was going to a creative writing course and that I was going to be serious about my writing. Now, I talk about my blog, my book and my poems all the time. The first response is ‘I never knew you wrote [books/poems/anything]’and the second response is whether they can read it. The second response makes me shiver but, alas, I have to let them read it otherwise how will I ever be comfortable with it. So now, my poems are out there in the world on my various social media sites for many people to see. I feel that their anonymity helps with the nerves. At first, I used to run away when I give people my works, because I could not see them read it or, even talk to them on the phone while they looked over it. Now, I can sit next to them, but I still cannot look them in the eye. So, baby steps.
Generally, it there has been a little bit of shock at this sudden change of path. But, there is support everywhere I turn. So, I am happy. It is funny I sort of feel different as well. Now, I feel I have unlocked another part of myself that I had stifled. I feel a sort of freedom that people are reading my words and are sharing in a mutual passion. So, again I am so extremely happy.