You know... being a writer can be really scary. You involuntarily feel more than you bargained for~ whether it’s gratitude or love, loneliness or desperation, or even joy itself. You end up falling harder when those around you don’t understand why you’re falling at all, all because you’re a writer. You have the complexity of a thousand different people, all of them trying to grab ahold of you and your emotions all at once. That is why we writers are obligated to write... so we aren’t driven insane by the voices and characters and personalities all thriving inside us. So we can silence them with a pencil or a keyboard and allow them to mix together and jumble us up and control us just while we write.
So yeah. Being a writer is hard. We care too much and we feel more than humanly possible. Nobody understands how deeply we feel except us and those voices thriving inside us... and so we write! We write to finally be understood... or so we can finally understand ourselves.
I love being a writer, don’t get me wrong. But now, thinking about it, maybe the only reason I began to write is so I wouldn’t get driven insane by the complexity of my thoughts and my feelings.
When you tell someone the deep-ness of your emotion, and they aren’t a writer with storming, raging characters and seas within them, they don’t understand. They don’t realize that it IS possible to FEEL so much for even the smallest of things. It seems out of reach to them.
This can leave us writers feeling desperate and lonely... and that’s what I believe leads to the most talented of authors.
Don’t ever be a writer that doesn’t write!! Those bottled up emotions and silenced voices will claw and claw until their screams can be heard... and that’s a painful process. Learn to write and to bleed onto the paper in front of you before you no longer have the choice.