Writing is such a huge part of my life. Honestly, almost everything we know or hear probably started with someone putting it into words first. That’s pretty amazing if you ask me. Words have this weird way of sticking with us, of making us feel something. And here I am, writing about writing. It’s my thing. The one thing I always come back to. It’s the apple of my eye.
I came to substack in hopes of growing as a writer, sharing my journey with others, and connecting with people who want to come along for the ride. I’d love to build a community of support here. People who care about words as much as I do. If you’ve read my About page, I tell a little as to why I am here.
I have several dreams when it comes to writing. There’s so many different paths I’d love to explore. As a child, I would read a lot. Books would pull me in so deeply that I could picture myself right there in the story. I felt emotions that I’ve possibly never felt before. At times reading made me want to better myself or really changed my outlook on the world around me. This certain feeling stuck with me. I want to create the same kind of magic for other people. To make them feel something real. This dream is in me. I’m slowly but surely chasing it.
Writing is something that I can do when I can’t quite find the right words to say out of my mouth. A place where I can express my true emotions. Whether it’s shared with others or put to live in the pages of my journal. It’s an outlet for me to be honest, to feel deeply, and be myself. It’s a kind of freedom I can’t get anywhere else.
Writing is an art form. It’s so much more than something you’re made to do in a classroom. It’s deeper than that. It can change you in many ways. Whether you’re the reader or the writer. It can shift the way you think, feel, and see the world around you.
That’s why I write.
So my question to you is,
Why do you write?