I would not call myself a writer. 75% of the time I actually admit to being a blogger. It is usually at the end of, "I watch my nephew part time, my husband and I do photography, and, um, I have this blog..." When in fact I am probably spend more of my time writing, thinking, processing, and staring at my computer screen than most other things. I love to write and always have. Pre-internet days I was a journaler. I never realized that I would become such a storyteller. It's like all my life I have had these scenarios and thoughts in my head, and when I started to write a blog I finally got to spit it all out.
But I am a writer. Yes, I decorate, talk about the home, cook, and take care of my husband. But some days this is the fluff that surrounds the pit of my soul. My writing. My thoughts.
I think I write how I talk. I love to go deep. Oh, if you want to go deep, I am your girl. But not everyone wants to do that. So I can talk about decorating and cooking and pretty things until we get to know each other. And then once we get past that, I will let you know what I am really like.
So now that I have explained myself here are some reasons why I write:
1. I write to process things.
I often do not fully understand something until I write it out. It's how I process things and come to conclusions. I don't always have the opportunity to talk things out so writing it out can often do the trick. Sometimes I need to write it out before I can even talk it out. As a thinker I need to process things before I can speak them so writing gets me to the next step.
I don't post everything. I have a lot of drafts. But getting it out seems to help. I used to write pen and paper but typing is so much quicker. Blogger drafts has become my official diary.
2. I like to read blogs.
There is something about blogs. For someone who likes the outcome of reading but not the process, blogs are immediate gratification. I don't have to read a whole book but still come out with a nugget of information. Likewise, I may never have the ability to organize thoughts into a book but I sure can bust out a blog post like nobody's business.
3. I want to share with the world.
As an introvert it is hard to get a word in. This is my platform. You can choose to read or not but if you are choosing to read it's because you want to. And if I am going to muster up the courage to speak, I would really feel a lot better if I knew I was being heard. Writing a blog is an introvert's dream. And I am so thankful that through it people like my own mother and closest friends can get to know me a little deeper. It is a glimpse into my soul.
4. I want to remember.
Right now I have two draft posts open. I have so many things go through my head in a day, if I don't write it down it will be forgotten by other new incoming thoughts. Whether or not anyone reads, I will forever have documentation of my life. This blog is like a bunch of sticky notes to my life.
// Why do you write?
