Stamped by Nyx

Writing is a cruel, grueling, and repetitive cycle of editing and rewriting.

But I love it.

Maybe it’s because I’m a bit of a glutton for punishment. Maybe it’s because it gives me a chance to obsess over something. I don’t know what it is, but I keep coming back to it–time and time again.

I’m honestly surprised I’m still writing after all these years. It’s something I can step away from for months, and pick up where I left off. Although it can be quite stressful at times, I find great peace and joy in it.

Writing is a creative outlet I’m able to bring with me anywhere I go–no matter where in the world I am. All I need is pen and paper, or a computer, or a phone.

I remember when I would be at work, I would find scraps of paper or take a couple inches of plain receipt paper, and write. Whether it was ideas for my debut novel Remember The Moon, or ideas for some of my other works, it didn’t matter. I always made sure to carry a pen with me for whenever inspiration hit.

The same thing happened when I was in class. The only difference being that I would use my notebook instead of receipt paper.

Can you imagine snippets of a dark fantasy book in an accounting notebook? I can because that’s what I did!

No matter what mood I’m in, writing is my go-to. There are some things I leave unedited because I like the way the rawness reads or I don’t care enough to edit it; other times I analyze my writing with a scrutinizing eye. Some of the things I write surprise me in a “I was the one who wrote that?” way. I love being able to evoke emotions that either align or contradict the emotions I was feeling at the time.

Like I’ve written about many times before, writing is an intricate kind of magic–one that people spend their entire lives learning and studying. People learn different languages to consume literature someone wrote 300 years ago! And to think that someone is going to stumble upon this…

Maybe I write because even though the thought of somebody reading what I wrote terrifies me, I’m able to share this intricate form of enchantment. The fact that I love and am able to connect completely different words into something that is readable and relatable astounds me. And even though I read other people’s words all the time, the fact that there are people willing to do the same to me astounds me even more.

It’s still a weird concept to me, but that’s one of the reasons why I love it.

Why do you love writing?