Communication. It’s a beautiful thing when done correctly. — This post has nothing to do with my book tonight. I’m a writer. I like to write fiction; I find it fun & entertaining. That being said and all, it’s not what makes me a writer. — That comes from within, that comes from the heart.
Writing can be so much a part of someone that they can’t ever really be separated from it. I’ve written poems, I’ve written what I like to call “confessionals” (basically I’d just sit down at the end of the day & write whatever came to mind, it’s fun stuff, you learn a lot about yourself.) I’ve written letters when I couldn’t find the write words to communicate with someone. I practically write a book in my Christmas cards every year (I threw that one in for fun, but really, it’s true.) I’ve written blog posts. 🙂 I’ve written a book review here or there..(those aren’t my favorite, but I like to share my thoughts with others.) In college, I could choose any way I wanted to do a project… I’d write a paper, of course. I’ve written for no reason at all, literally just randomness on paper. — Writers aren’t writers simply because they just up and decided it’s what they would do. No, they write because it’s who they are.
This blog is supposed to be about my journey from writing to publishing, and everything in between. A person’s journey doesn’t just consist solely of point A and point B. Everything in between shapes a person and that makes a difference in the end. So when I feel like escaping for a little while, chances are probably high that this is where I’ll go.. to the place where I write.
I’m a very passionate person and I feel very strongly about everything in life. So as I continue to share a little piece of myself with everyone through this blog, you’re going to start seeing who I am. I’m as shy as they come, most likely, too shy. However, if you put pen and paper in front of me, or a keyboard… you may start to wonder, “who is this?” and “where did Heather go?” — I’m always here, I’m always the same… but when I write, it’s when I shine. It’s where I feel like I’m at home. It’s when I feel like myself.
In the beginning of this post I mentioned something about communication. — You may very well be thinking that I’ve lost my mind, seeing as how nothing I’ve said since then has been about that. I haven’t, I promise. — The thing is, communication is very important and writing is my way of communicating. It’s my way of living, of happiness, and of being. It’s all I know. — God gave us all something to be good at. He blessed us with some sort of talent, with a way to share His love with the world. — This is my way. This is my talent. I can feel it. I will write to the very end of my days and I will never stop thanking God for making me a writer.
If I don’t communicate my way I turn everything into a giant mess. 🙂 If I don’t keep going down this road I’ll be giving up the heart of who I am… and what’s life all about anymore when your heart’s not in it? — I was told I couldn’t make it in the writing world long before I’d even started trying… and I gave up. I quit because I feared defeat… and yet, that fear is what left me defeated. Isn’t that cute? Being afraid to fail is what lead to my failure.
Well not anymore. I refuse to fail and I refuse to give up. This little lady has a lot of writing to do. Which means you guys have a lot of reading to do! 🙂