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.
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.