Good morning! Happy Monday!
I feel much better than I did. I’m sure it was only the twenty-four-hour flu. Today my topic is writing. How I got into it, and what I write.
I have been a poet my entire life but never gave it much thought. I wrote for me. I had books full of it, but over the years they were stolen. I never understood why someone would steal something so personal, but I do now.
Most people who write dream of being a #writer. Growing up I didn’t have time to dream. When I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said #free. People who never experienced abuse or trauma wouldn’t understand that, but in a world of dark, there is nothing that beats a glimpse of light.
My first thought of writing came seven years ago. I didn’t do much with that thought. I used that time to teach myself the things I needed to know. The important stuff that would guide me. Then in 2020, I started to write. Even then, writing wasn’t 100% my dream.
One night I went to bed, and all I dreamt about was writing. In my mind, I saw what it could be and where the words could take me. I woke with that dream on the tip of my tongue, and I haven’t looked back since. I fell in #love with writing that night. That was at the beginning of 2021.
So here I am, writing full-length novels and books of poetry. I am a multi-genre, clean romance writer.
A pen at hand
Tightly wrapped within my fingers
Thoughts draining onto the paper
Not in ink
But by blood
Somedays I write
Yet on others, I am pushed aside
My monster’s in control
With a coffee by her side, she attacks the paper
Wrap themselves around my tongue
Salty and lustful
They taste like melting chocolate
Hitting each taste bud for the first time
That morning coffee that hits you
Like a volcano
Exploding in your mind
With the sensation of love
Twisted with chaos
The words bring me to life
I am a writer
I breathe these words
They are my glimpse of light
Have a beautiful day.