| General Non-Fiction posted January 30, 2021 |
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Behind each door lies an emotion, waiting to become a story.
The Corridors of My Mind
by Begin Again
Why I write? Contest Winner
Good question! "Why do I write?"
First, I write for myself. Then, I write to share a part of me with you. I write to give a voice to the current emotions running havoc in my mind. I write to express myself and my feelings, imaginations, and to travel roads I might never go.
As a young girl, I grew up in the country without any playmates nearby. My German father believed children should be seen but not heard. I discovered reading and writing were my escape. Reading taught me about people, places, and possibilities that were waiting to be explored. Writing allowed my imagination to build upon that knowledge and opened an endless world of adventures for me.
As a high school teenager, the library and I built an everlasting friendship. I was blessed; school work came easy, leaving plenty of time to read and write. My "study hall friends" soon discovered being nice to me held the possibility of turning their C to an A. The awkward bookworm was eager to help for a few moments of praise.
At 19, I unwisely substituted my strict German father for the solitary life of a military wife. Tragically, my firstborn son had only a slight chance for survival and needed his mother to be a fighter. Late at night, I wrote, praying to God for guidance. I wrote to release the pain and fear. I wrote to escape our lives, seeking just a few moments of pleasure in a world so different than ours. I wrote so we both could survive.
As time marched on, I wrote stories about my son beating the odds and how each new day was a wonder for us both. Normal for John wasn't normal for most children, but his laughter and smiles made every day a spontaneous adventure. I wrote to share each miraculous hurdle he achieved, from finally speaking at 4 to winning 1st Place at Special Olympics and also becoming his school's basketball star.
Thirteen years later, our family of six took our first vacation to a family campground. The first day, I wrote about my 2nd born son telling the camp store owner to put his Mickey Mouse ice cream bar on his daddy's account. At 4, he was quite the precocious child. By the end of that week, tragedy and the loss of my little boy would forever change how and why I wrote.
I wrote because I was angry. I wrote because I searched for answers as to why. I wrote to honor his few short years and the memories he gave us. I wrote to escape this world I hated but couldn't leave. I wrote because I needed to focus on caring for my family. I wrote to release the pain and sorrow.
Over the years, I wrote to amuse my children with funny leprechauns and fantasy worlds. I wrote to give my mother enjoyment for she too was an avid reader and my strongest supporter.
When I joined FanStory, I began writing for myself. Once again, I would stroll down the corridors of my mind and find what emotion was waiting that day. Sometimes, I wrote about the accomplishments of my grandchildren. Other times, I shared my past sorrows. Often, I would take a side trip to fantasy land or into the bowels of terror.
I was very fortunate to discover that my newfound friends also found pleasure in my writing, so I wrote for them. It was exciting to allow every one of them into my world of imagination and wonder. Collecting and appreciating their thoughts gave rebirth to a new meaning in my world of writing. Winning the trophy in 2009 sealed my thoughts on whether I could write for others and myself. I wanted to share my world, happy or sad, with them.
Faced with tragedy after tragedy in the past few years, including a current one, I find myself writing to release the sorrow, to find a new beginning. Alone, my writing takes me once again on a journey where new friends and their encouragement will open new doors filled with hope and inspiration. I know within my writing I will always find a light at the end of the tunnel.
So, why do I write? I write for myself, and I most definitely write for you.
Smiles to one and all!
Good question! "Why do I write?"
First, I write for myself. Then, I write to share a part of me with you. I write to give a voice to the current emotions running havoc in my mind. I write to express myself and my feelings, imaginations, and to travel roads I might never go.
As a young girl, I grew up in the country without any playmates nearby. My German father believed children should be seen but not heard. I discovered reading and writing were my escape. Reading taught me about people, places, and possibilities that were waiting to be explored. Writing allowed my imagination to build upon that knowledge and opened an endless world of adventures for me.
As a high school teenager, the library and I built an everlasting friendship. I was blessed; school work came easy, leaving plenty of time to read and write. My "study hall friends" soon discovered being nice to me held the possibility of turning their C to an A. The awkward bookworm was eager to help for a few moments of praise.
At 19, I unwisely substituted my strict German father for the solitary life of a military wife. Tragically, my firstborn son had only a slight chance for survival and needed his mother to be a fighter. Late at night, I wrote, praying to God for guidance. I wrote to release the pain and fear. I wrote to escape our lives, seeking just a few moments of pleasure in a world so different than ours. I wrote so we both could survive.
As time marched on, I wrote stories about my son beating the odds and how each new day was a wonder for us both. Normal for John wasn't normal for most children, but his laughter and smiles made every day a spontaneous adventure. I wrote to share each miraculous hurdle he achieved, from finally speaking at 4 to winning 1st Place at Special Olympics and also becoming his school's basketball star.
Thirteen years later, our family of six took our first vacation to a family campground. The first day, I wrote about my 2nd born son telling the camp store owner to put his Mickey Mouse ice cream bar on his daddy's account. At 4, he was quite the precocious child. By the end of that week, tragedy and the loss of my little boy would forever change how and why I wrote.
I wrote because I was angry. I wrote because I searched for answers as to why. I wrote to honor his few short years and the memories he gave us. I wrote to escape this world I hated but couldn't leave. I wrote because I needed to focus on caring for my family. I wrote to release the pain and sorrow.
Over the years, I wrote to amuse my children with funny leprechauns and fantasy worlds. I wrote to give my mother enjoyment for she too was an avid reader and my strongest supporter.
When I joined FanStory, I began writing for myself. Once again, I would stroll down the corridors of my mind and find what emotion was waiting that day. Sometimes, I wrote about the accomplishments of my grandchildren. Other times, I shared my past sorrows. Often, I would take a side trip to fantasy land or into the bowels of terror.
I was very fortunate to discover that my newfound friends also found pleasure in my writing, so I wrote for them. It was exciting to allow every one of them into my world of imagination and wonder. Collecting and appreciating their thoughts gave rebirth to a new meaning in my world of writing. Winning the trophy in 2009 sealed my thoughts on whether I could write for others and myself. I wanted to share my world, happy or sad, with them.
Faced with tragedy after tragedy in the past few years, including a current one, I find myself writing to release the sorrow, to find a new beginning. Alone, my writing takes me once again on a journey where new friends and their encouragement will open new doors filled with hope and inspiration. I know within my writing I will always find a light at the end of the tunnel.
So, why do I write? I write for myself, and I most definitely write for you.
Smiles to one and all!
Why I write? Contest Winner |
I have so many reasons for writing and sharing my life in my writings. I have been blessed to find so many caring, thoughtful people here on FanStory. Each of you have allowed me and others to walk the corridors of your minds as well. Isn't it grand to go places we might never have imagined from the safety and comfort of our homes.
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