A little of my . . .

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately. Not about writing a book or novel, per say, just writing in general. What makes a person want to sit down and put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and pour their heart out? What makes someone not just pour their heart out, but then be vulnerable enough to let someone else read it and critique whether it is good or not? For good or for bad, this is what I have been pondering lately and the following is what I have come up with (This is my opinion only). I think the first and foremost reason that people write is because it’s cathartic. It allows the person writing to rid themselves of stress, grief, and negativity. It allows for a fresh start . . . or a blank sheet of paper, if you will. Another reason people write is an adjunct to the first. It allows the writer to communicate what they feel without having to verbalize it. If the former are true, then why do authors choose to write, and is it true that they leave a piece of themselves in everything they write? I can’t answer this question for others, but I can for myself. I choose to write for many reasons. I write because I would not be whole without it. I choose to write because I don’t know how to not write. But, most of all, I write because I am selfish . . . It brings me joy! And yes, I do leave a small piece of myself in everything I write. With every thought, word and emotion, part of me is transposed into the written word. Thankfully, the replenishing supply replacement parts seem to be never ending. Until next month, I hope you all share a piece of yourselves with others. J.M.