i like transforming thoughts into words.
putting pen to paper. the staccato as my fingers hit the keyboard.
playing with the words. changing them around, mixing things up and seeing what i can create from there.
i'd like to be able to take something from my mind - my thoughts - and mold them into words, put them to paper and make it something substantial for another person.
i don't write to please others. i do it to please myself. and if it pleases someone else at the same time, then that's just an added bonus. i have drafts written on loose sheets of paper, plot bunnies hastily transferred to my notebooks, a witty or well-crafted line scribbled here and there. and it just continues to grow.
i do believe my growing love of writing is tightly linked to my everlasting love of reading.
i loved reading as a kid. i still do. just for those few hours, i could escape to another world, leave reality behind as it dissolves into nothingness and immerse myself in a different universe. a place with hope and magic; a place my inner romantic could surface; a place with it's own set of rules.
ebooks and the internet and pdfs are great, but nothing beats holding a solid book in your hands. the experience is just different.
the musty smell of Dragonlance books. the dodgy stain on a book cover. the beloved creases in the paperback's spine. the hastily folded dog ears in the corner of a page. the long forgotten perfume-sample bookmark. the scribbles and notes in the books' margin. the comforting weight in your hand.
i have to admit that my lack of accessibility to printed books have made me enjoy reading slightly less.
hence i have turned to writing. sometimes escaping to another person's world isn't enough. sometimes you have to go out there and create your own world. build your own reality. immerse yourself within a character.
and maybe, just maybe, for that short hour or so, you become someone else. you get to decide anything and everything. it's exhilarating. there's not much else in the world that can top this feeling.
and it feels so liberating.
putting pen to paper. the staccato as my fingers hit the keyboard.
playing with the words. changing them around, mixing things up and seeing what i can create from there.
i'd like to be able to take something from my mind - my thoughts - and mold them into words, put them to paper and make it something substantial for another person.
i don't write to please others. i do it to please myself. and if it pleases someone else at the same time, then that's just an added bonus. i have drafts written on loose sheets of paper, plot bunnies hastily transferred to my notebooks, a witty or well-crafted line scribbled here and there. and it just continues to grow.
i do believe my growing love of writing is tightly linked to my everlasting love of reading.
i loved reading as a kid. i still do. just for those few hours, i could escape to another world, leave reality behind as it dissolves into nothingness and immerse myself in a different universe. a place with hope and magic; a place my inner romantic could surface; a place with it's own set of rules.
ebooks and the internet and pdfs are great, but nothing beats holding a solid book in your hands. the experience is just different.
the musty smell of Dragonlance books. the dodgy stain on a book cover. the beloved creases in the paperback's spine. the hastily folded dog ears in the corner of a page. the long forgotten perfume-sample bookmark. the scribbles and notes in the books' margin. the comforting weight in your hand.
i have to admit that my lack of accessibility to printed books have made me enjoy reading slightly less.
hence i have turned to writing. sometimes escaping to another person's world isn't enough. sometimes you have to go out there and create your own world. build your own reality. immerse yourself within a character.
and maybe, just maybe, for that short hour or so, you become someone else. you get to decide anything and everything. it's exhilarating. there's not much else in the world that can top this feeling.
and it feels so liberating.
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