I love writing. I wish I had more time to do it.
There is a constant dialogue that’s going on in my brain. It’s like a hum of words and thoughts, sometimes related to what I’m doing at the moment, but often not. Mental white noise. I’ve tried to explain this to Smartypants, and he just raises his eyebrows with that look of “okay….should I be concerned about this?”
Anyone out there relate with this?
The hum of thoughts can get so strong that it begins to distract me. I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t stop and think about my thoughts. Every couple days, I need to sweep up and tidy the tangle of thoughts that accumulate as quickly as the monstrous dust bunnies under our sofa.
Writing sorts through and makes sense of these jumbled thoughts and emotions.
So I write. Trying to find my own voice. Learning to be comfortable with it. To be honest with myself. And with others.
Writing will never take the place of a good conversation. But the power of words can be used for good, whether in spoken or written form. And that is also why I continue to write. To learn how to harness words for good, and not for harm.