Writing Tuesday: A state of being

I’ve decided to revive the original purpose of this blog, which was to write about writing. Because I’m a writing nerd, and that’s what writing nerds do: we nerd out about writing.

OK, now that I’ve gotten that terrible sentence out of the way, on to the blog! I’ll probably still use this site for random political thoughts or God-Thoughts or even, sometimes, a few depression-thoughts, but those won’t be super easy to count on.

What you can, however, count on is Writing Tuesdays and Fab Book Fridays.

Basically, every Tuesday I’ll post some ruminations on writing; these could be either profiles like I’ve done in the past (although I’m also publishing those elsewhere), or thoughts about good writing I’ve read recently, or thoughts about how hard writing is. So come here on Tuesdays if you’re looking for my thoughts on writing!

And on Fridays I’m going to choose one book I’ve read in the past week or month, and I’m literally just going to rave about it. Why? Because I believe all people should read books, and because I believe in supporting and fan-girling like a cheerleader which I always aspired to be but never was.

Today’s Writing Tuesday is going to be fairly short, on account of I’ve already written 200 words about how I’m going to write about things.

Also the fact that I still don’t know what I’m going to write about.

Ahhh…

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The books that reminded me about feelings…

I dunno. I just want to say that writing is…writing is something that has saved my life. And not just my writing: others’ writing as well. The consumption of excellent stories has often-times pulled me out of the mire. These stories include the SIX OF CROWS duology by Leigh Bardugo and the two books that have so far been published in the Ember quartet by Sabaa Tahir.

I was so depressed around this time last year that I stopped feeling things. And yet I was able to read. I have this memory of bursting into tears or laughter while reading these books, and it just…it reminded me that I was alive.

And then, when I started writing again…it was like I was alive. It was like I finally remembered that I had a beating heart and emotions, and the ability to translate those emotions into reality.

Writing is not just something that I do; it’s almost something that I am. And if that resonates with you, on any level, I want to encourage you to keep doing it.

Even if you never get published, even if you only write in a journal. There’s a world of benefit and worth to that. If writing at any level, for any amount of time, in any capacity, helps you as a person…then do it.

Write.

Express.

Emote.

Be.

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