by Darian

Created on: June 25, 2008   Last Updated: July 02, 2008

Why do I write? Because I can. I don not imply that I am a writer, I only mean, I can. Writing allows me to use words that I could never use in everyday language. I get to say thou, thus, and thee, and it never seems out of place. I can write about enchanted evenings while I wear my pajamas. I can write about the autumn moon giving a golden glow to all the stars in the heavens, in June at twelve in the afternoon. In a way, writing is like dreaming while you're awake. All the fantasies in your mind are in print, making them seem real.

I can be who I want to be, go where I choose to go. I can tell you about the love of my life or tell you about my broken heart.

I have wrote since was about eleven years old. I can't remember my reasons for writing back then, I only know I wrote about everything. I had a tendency to write funny short stories. After I became a mother, I'd write stories for my children. The older I became, the more possessive I became with my writing. This was my story, I could name the character any thing I wanted to, they could live anywhere I put them. Don't tell me my writing stinks, if I like what I wrote, that's all that matters.

I remember writing letters to my mother. I knew she was never going to read them. There are just some things I would never say to my mother, but I could write them. Writing has always been my release. It helps me let go of hurt and pain. I can express fear in writing that I would not confess to anyone.

I wonder, is my writing my fantasy world, or my world the fantasy? Which one is really me? Why do I write? I thought that would be an easy question to answer, but not one logical reason comes to mind. It's not my job. I don't have to do it. The money I have made over the years writing isn't very much so...

I actually, truly, honestly love to write. This is my reward to me. After a long week of work, this is my relaxation. I slide into my world of thou's and tho's and write of anything that comes to my dreamlike state of mind. I write of romance although I really haven't had a lot of that in my life. I close my eyes and I know what it must feel like, I put those feelings on paper. The one thing all my writing has in common is my feeling for it. If it's a serious article, an enchanted fairy tale or something humorous, I feel what I write.

I talked to my mom last week and she told me she wrote a book once. I didn't know she wrote at all. She is going to mail me a copy, I'm looking forward to reading it. I have a sister who is a very talented writer. She doesn't write much anymore. I wonder, are things like that hereditary? Is that one of those where the apple doesn't fall from the tree things?

This is my passion. That is the way I can sum up my writing. It's getting late, I tell myself I'll just write one more line. One line turns into two and then three, before long, the sun is coming up. Have I been writing all night? I have to get some sleep. The sun is so beautiful at dawn. There's something very special about a Sunday morning. I think I'll write about it for just a little while.

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