I often find myself wondering if I am actually a writer. I know I am quite young to be intrested in an art much older then I. It’s quite amazing, putting words together in a way that pleases the reader’s senses. But it’s more then that, all the background work going into a beautiful piece of written magic that not only has hours and hours of work and love put into it, but the writer’s soul.
But I have noticed something- Yes, I call myself a writer, and it is what I want to portray as a career, yet there’s something about all of us that could fit under the title, ‘storyteller’. There is a part of us that is naturally able to tell a story, no matter if it sound’s fancy, or plain, detailed or simple, comforting, or having a way of making us want more, there is a story inside of us.
I think as finally understanding that writing is one of my passions, (taking me a long time to realize so!) I find that it means I’m not as shy anymore to tell my story. Even with the little confidence I have, nothing will ever dull my splendor in writing, telling, something that makes me feel… alive.
Sometimes I wonder if being a writer makes me think in other ways. I figure my head just works a bit differently. Example: I see someone on the street, I want to make up a backstory, something that can satisfy the hunger that is my imagination. Perhaps that ‘someone’ is a traveler form far off lands coming to my city for a quiet sunday brunch.
I also find myself overthinking words, phrases, or even actions I do. While this is part of my personality, I do think writing has made me almost more prone to doing so. I look at a suitation and play it out in my head, I make my characters and watch them interact- sometimes it’s my friends or complete strangers.
Seeing this play inside of me at first is a bit strange. My head seems to be floaded with ideas while I cannot rest. “I see the book… the brown book? No… more like the old, wrinkly brown book with the delicate pages scribbled in an acient language I don’t understand.”
Even with this being a pain sometimes, I wouldn’t get rid of this, it makes me a better writer, and that’s worth it. That’s worth it all.
Thanks for reading, cheers to the weekend!
-Grace xxx