THOUGHTS: i write.





Although you'd never know it, judging by how little I post, I like writing. I've got a stack of finished journals all hidden away in my room, as well as a whole bunch of notebooks, full of random scribblings. Some are stories, some are thoughts, some are silly, frivolous things like five things I'd like to do in the summer.

While I'm not quite an introvert, I'm definitely not an extrovert either. People in general make me somewhat uncomfortable, and I can't stand large crowds. They make me feel anxious. There are a select few with whom I feel completely comfortable and at ease. I can spend hours talking to them and I know I can trust them, but I'm home-schooled, and all my really good friends live at least a half hour drive away.

So, when I've got something to say but no one to say it to, I write. I write when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm confused, or even when I'm just bored. I write about everything under the sun, and I write about small little nothings. I ran, I rave, I gush, I imagine. I pick up my little fountain pen and go wild.

I've got a few unimportant notebooks that I use to jot down quick ideas, things I need to remember, things I want to accomplish, etc. I've got a notebook I use specifically for stories.






This is the notebook I go to when I'm feeling creative. I use it mostly for things like my fanfictions and short stories. I also write character sketches, dialogues, the occasional action scene, and descriptions of people, places and things. I often use it to think up blog posts now. Sometimes I even write down an interesting dream that I had. 

But despite the fact that this notebook is probably more interesting, this one is my real treasure; my journal. 

Sorry dears, you don't get to see inside that one. ;)

This little book, to me, is a way of talking to myself without anyone noticing. If a memorable event has occurred, or if something has happened to make me feel angry, or embarrassed, or joyful, or apprehensive, I plop myself at my desk, take a moment to gather my thoughts, and write. This one is relatively new (I only started it a few months ago) but it's special to me, the way all of my journals/diaries are.

Inside them are memories I'd forgotten about, fears I didn't remember I had, small events that changed my life, and so much more. It's comforting to write these, but even more comforting to go back and read them years later. I like it because even though I've been writing since I was nine years old, a lot of my opinions, dreams and irritations are still the same. Sometimes, if I'm struggling with something, I'll go back into one of my diaries, searching for a similar event to try and recall how I dealt with it and why. This is extremely helpful. 

I don't really plan on any of my writings to ever get published. I write for myself, in the end. I don't think I'll ever really be an author, but I do think that I am, and always will be a writer.

Comments

  1. You have cool handwriting. Keep calm and write. Why don't I check your blog more. Bad friend. BAD FRIEND I am.

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