I came across this while going through my old blog and it really made me think about how much things have changed. I used to write every day because I had to, but for the last year or so, it's been nearly impossible to focus enough to get anything done.
Don't get me wrong, I still feel this need to write, and it drives me crazy that for over a year, the words just haven't been coming. I think a major factor in that is all the change taking place in my personal life, but now that things have somewhat settled down, I'm hoping the words start coming to me again.
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the growling beasts and their restless pacing. I would much rather have too many impatient voices speaking to me at once, than have none of them saying anything.
Original Post: March 21, 2015
I write to release the words rattling around in my head, to satisfy a deep passion inside me. I write to create new worlds and travel to them without leaving the comfort of my home.
I live what I write. Male or female, I am my characters; the ones who speak to me when I am still or when I am overwhelmed, when I am alone or in a crowded room. They come to me in dreams, in everyday life, in songs that I hear, or in the words of those around me.
The beasts inside me wont relent until their stories are told, so I must listen carefully and obey them…or risk going insane.
They speak to me, saying things I cannot, telling me their secrets and the stories of how they came to be, of how they found themselves, and how they want to be portrayed. To ignore them would be a crime against those who would read their stories and fall in love with them just as I have.
I write because it’s who I am, because the things around me inspire me, because I want to entertain people who share my passion for a good love story with a wild side, and because I want to leave a piece of myself when, one day, I leave this world behind.