I’ve always loved to write. I’ve always loved words, and
vocabulary, and grammar, and descriptive phrases. I’ve always loved using
language to create images. When I was younger, I assumed that I could never be
a writer because I could never come up with a decent plot. I thought that
writing had to include making up an interesting story. Fortunately, once I had
some more life experiences under my belt, I realized that there’s plenty of “stuff”
to write about all around me – the world is full of interesting stories that
are already there, just waiting to be written.
And so I began blogging, first on my own site and later on
an actual website. I even wrote a book manuscript based on my experiences on
match.com. And yet, I still felt like just a dabbler, not a “real” writer. When
I got an actual paying gig writing a monthly newspaper column, I felt a little
more like a real writer. But it wasn’t until just today when something happened
that made me realize that I am, in fact, a writer: I was feeling overworked and
overwhelmed and I needed to take a break from the 16 different projects I was
working on, and all I could think was, “I need to sit down and write for a few
minutes.”
That’s my stress relief: writing. When I’m totally stressed
out and I’m losing my mind and I don’t know what else to do, I write. That’s
what makes me a writer: A writer writes. Just like in A Chorus Line, when Cassie is begging for a job dancing in the chorus,
even though she knows she’s much better than that, and she tries to explain how
she is driven to dance: “All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror, and
the chance to dance…” (The musical theater nerds among you just read that as “..and
the chaaaaaaaaaance…to daaaaaaaaaance!”, didn’t you. Yes, yes, you did. I bet
you even sang it out loud. That’s okay, so did I.) All I need is the paper and
the pen, or the computer and the blank Word document, and the chance to write! I don’t simply want to write, I need to
write. I need to express myself through the written word like dancers need to
dance, like children need to play, like birds need to fly. Writing is such a
part of me that when I can’t do it, I’m not me.
I’m a writer. A writer writes.
Whew, I feel much better now.
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