The Art of Writing
Have you ever been asked, Who you are? Do you know? How would you answer? Who really knows who you are, who I am, especially, if even I don’t. There is a large space between knowing OF me and actually knowing WHO I AM. Aquaitences, friends, loved ones, and family… I can honestly say, few actually have gotten to know me. Through all the years, all the countless people, if you asked, only a select few actually know that I have written all my life. Yes, I call myself a writer, but that is still only something that I do, I write. It is not, who I am. I remember when my husband and I were falling in love, in those wonderful moments in the beginning of our tryst as a couple, I read some of my things to him. He said after all the years of knowing me, (we were friends for 15 years before we established each other as one), he had no idea that I was a writer. To this day he is my biggest fan and is always the first to hear the pieces I write. My first post, Think.Speak.Tryst, explains the path of this blog in detail. I feel that after all this time, all the years I have dedicated to improving my writing abilities, I’m motivated to writing my first blog and getting my words out there for others to see…
It is known that I am my own biggest critic. I am not shy. I’m very proud of who I am. I have a love for writing and poetic expression that grows more and more, just as I do. Some may like the things I write, some may not. Some may understand, and others may not. Although this blog is out there for anyone to see, Still, I write just for me. I have always enjoyed reading the work of other thinkers and writers, just like myself. For those that enjoy, I am pleased to have made an impression through the art of writing.