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I started to write, to get our of my head. To make sense of the swirls, the waves, the clouds of confussion and madness from PPD, to every day struggles. Writing was an outlet, an oasis that got me out of my head and allowed me to see clearly.
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It's still that, and more. I still mostly write to make sense of the clouds, to understand what is in my head. I have also found it fills me. To be creative, to create stories. I never would have imagined this. I never liked writing. Well I liked research writing. Studying a topic, researching a topic and arguing a point. I never expected to be so inspired to write possibly poetry.
Now I am inspired not just by the swirling words in my head that need to be aligned but by everything around me.
4 comments:
A very neat analogy!
And that is exactly what makes you such a wonderful blogger.
Great explanation! I've always liked to write, but, as you said, research writing, analysis, argument. Creative writing is a different muscle somehow. A very powerful muscle that can respond to and get a response from almost anything.
I like the way you turned your musings into a poetic piece... We write for a variety of reasons and I do like yours.
Stopped by via MamaKat's Writer's Workshop.
Happy Holidays!
Elizabeth
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