I love being a writer. It’s crazy, it’s enlightening, it’s therapeutic; it’s living a life on fire with a passion for words; a passion for observing the world; a passion for love, life, and the people in it. It’s waking up at 3 in the morning and coming to life with a story in your head; it’s nights of waking up during a good nights sleep with the next chapter; it’s constant thinking, wondering and figuring it all out.
It’s a 24 hour a day job, 7 days a week; the only days off are the one’s in which you don’t write, but you’re writing in your head even when you’re not writing on the computer or paper.
It’s finding a story in every conversation you have; in every person you talk to during the course of a day; and in every social event you attend.
It’s endless notebooks and journals of notes, of titles, of thoughts, of words.
It’s always “remembering something so you never forget.”
It’s always analyzing a situation to figure out the lesson or the message.
It’s always wondering “why” and “how” and “what if?”
It’s always wondering about your past that led you to your present that will take you into your future.
It’s always wondering what your dreams meant and why certain thoughts enter your mind at the oddest of moments and hours of the day.
And it’s always wondering about the title of the next story, the next book, the next blog, the next post…and so on.
It’s a mind that never turns off, slows down, takes a break, or stops thinking.
It’s a mind that’s forever listening, forever wondering, forever seeing the endless possibilities in every minute of every day, in every person you speak to, of every experience, of every lesson, of everything…everything!
It’s listening to different genres of music that pertain to your different moods; sad music for pity party days, upbeat music for when you’re feeling great!
It’s feeling all the emotions that life hands you and loving each and every one of them. You love the sad, the joy, the happy, the heartache because a writer knows that every emotion is a gift, and each gift becomes the words to a beautiful story or poem or lyric.
Writers flourish under pressure and under pain…our best writing comes from the deepest of pain. We hold onto it until we turn it into something beautiful; it’s at that moment that we can finally let it go.
It’s feeling the pain in the world and turning it into a beautiful words of hope, faith and encouragement.
It’s feeling the joy in the world and turning it into a motivational story of endless possibilities.
Writer’s feel it all; we accept it all; and we love it all because no matter the emotion, negative or positive, sad or happy, we’re able to embrace it, live it, feel it, learn from it and write about it.
And then we move on…
But not a moment before…
There are those in my life that tell me I hold onto things too long, to just “let it go,” but as a writer, I can’t. It’s not in my nature nor is it in my soul. It’s not how I’m wired or how I was born. It’s nothing I can change and I wouldn’t want to try. It’s who I am…body and soul, mind and heart.
Feeling pain is something I’ve grown accustomed to. Life happens and even pain and heartache happens to a writer. How else could we write what we do? Pleasure is born out of pain; happiness is born out of heartache; joy is born out of sorrow. So why would we not feel these emotions? It’s our feelings that give us focus, give us answers and clarity, and most importantly, it’s our feelings that give us the “words!”
Writer’s are built on words.
We are great communicators.
We are intuitive…and insightful…and pay way more attention to detail than the average person. We listen, we hear, we process, and we write.
We live everyday to its’ fullest, whether we’re sad or happy, whether you believe it or not. We don’t see feeling heartache or pain as a waste of time; and we don’t see joy and happiness as time better served. We see it all as life…our life…your life…and we value all of it as precious time.
For me, “when my heart speaks I listen, and then I write.”
And that’s the truth.
My stories begin in my heart and soul; they are cultivated through my tears and heartache; they are polished by my joy and happiness; and they are written by the words of my truth.
If the eyes are the window to the soul, my writing is the window into “me.”
If you’re not a writer you’ll never understand, and why would you?
We writer’s are dreamers, and most of the “real” world thinks we’re crazy; obsessed; and a little weird. They think we’re constantly pursuing a dream we’ll never catch yet we believe differently. We believe in our dreams and in ourselves; we are born out of this obsession to achieve the dreams, no matter the cost; and yes, maybe we’re a bit weird because we know that what we dream, what we write and what we feel is reality: it’s the reality of a writer.
I love the life of being a writer; it’s crazy, it’s exhausting, it’s painful, and it’s simply amazing.
I am Anne Dennish…
I’m a writer, a dreamer and a poet…
I’m aware of my surroundings and all the people in it…
I’m a talker and a listener…
I’m your friend, your family and your lover…
I’m your mom and your mentor…
I’m all these things because…
I’m a writer.
Wishing you love and light,
I am a writer!
Anne Dennish- Author
Anne Dennish – Author
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