An aspiring writer is supposed to write, no? Gutless wonder that I am, I have kept my short stories either in my head or in a folder, not sent them for any sort of publishing. So, I shall have to stick by that adage: "don't get it right, get it written". I'd love to see my work out there, being read by all and sundry (if I knew what a sundry was...I always imagine groceries like tissues and bin liners). The trouble with writing is having to read. I feel like a kid with a toy xylophone, sitting at the feet of a concert pianist when I read a good (published!!) book. I know the secret to writing is quite simply hard work, but I still ask- how do they do it?
My CD has taken a few days out of me this last week, some horrible news and also finally verbalising the root causes of my breakdown after 9 years to a dear friend has been really giving the CD symptoms a work out. I will try to keep speaking out, writing and verbally, not just for my own recovery as a victim (hate that word!!) of abuse but for others as well.
Writing is going to be my out burst. Writing is going to be my vessel. Writing is going to be my shaking fist, my screaming, my sobbing and my curing broken heart. I have kept it all inside for my whole life, now I could laugh out loud at how manic and happy I feel to have found my way to the light- writing.
What a blessing.
Take care.
N
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