I have been writing since I was eight. I always felt a strong need to express myself but got frustrated with the boring tediousness of English composition classes in high school. I write poetry and really enjoyed taking a few poetry classes in college. I got a B.A. from Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia with a concentration in Art history. I took a writing class a few years ago that really opened up my mind and helped me let go of the inner critic that kept my style cramped and tight. Now, I do free writes in which I forget about punctuation, grammar and all of the rules, tune in with the great divine source and just let myself write whatever comes out. The more I do the better I become. I just keep moving the pen whenever I start thinking too much and getting stuck. I do meditation every morning and this is helping with my creativity too. I enjoy painting, writing songs, singing and walking in nature. Listening to classical music brings me joy also. I am a hypnotherapist and am always looking for new clients. I've helped alot of people to stop smoking and lose weight. I'm very excited to be a new member of this community of writers. I'm just learning computer, which I was resistant to. Now I see what great tools they are.Good luck to all of my fellow writers.
My passion is ...
painting, composing songs and singing, walking in nature, writing
I know too much about ...
Art history-I got my B.A. in it
My parents always told me ...
that I was crazy
My childhood ambition ...
to be a ballerina
My favorite memory ...
walking around Rome, Italy with my college friends
Why I write ...
to rid myself of my inner demons, to express myself and to connect with others
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
A Course In Miracles, art videos, Dead Poet's Society, Shirley MacLaine and other writers
My first job ...
filing medical records
My best moment ...
when I got an award in a song writing contest
My inspiration ...
Degas, Renoir, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Joni Mitchell, Erica Jong, Richard Bach
I have a photograph of my dear friend, Lucille, on my bedside table. She gave it to me recently when I met her and her mother for lunch. They were headed to see a doctor afterwards. She has fallen several times recently. I think the staff at the asylum she is confined in has been overdosing her with psychiatric drugs. It makes me gnash my teeth with anger. Wanting to cry, I observed my friend who once was witty and energetic, always telling funny jokes and laughing a lot. It is disturbing to witness the damage that this world does to good people like her. Her hand shook and she had trouble...
More..Anne Davidson
Member since: February 2008
Articles Written: 8