So, today I was in class, and a friend (upon hearing I was a writer) asked me a simple, yet confusing question- What, exactly, is writing? Let me answer that for you.
A writer is somebody who puts their blood down on paper. A writer escapes from the real world and bleeds all over a paper; everything they can't say outloud they write down.
A writer takes those things they admire and the things they hate and they breathe life into them. Writers give white a meaning, a purpose. And, most of the time, we don't know what we are thinking until we write it.
We grab little feelings and experiences, and we don't tell you that there is rain. We make you feel the rain on your head. We turn you into a character; we turn your hopes, dreams, the things you say, and we throw them onto a paper.
Sometimes, it isn't pretty. But, it's easier to cross out words when they already exist. A book is a soul of many ideas, possibilities, and futures.
A writer is a bird that plucks out many feathers from a flock each time it wishes to write, then uses it's own blood to dampen the quill.
That is what writing is.
