Sometimes I write to escape—that’s called hanging out with my characters. It’s fun and healthy. Every single person needs to escape,for just a little while.
Other times I write to vent...but that’s called a rant, or simply feeling sorry for myself, and nothing good really comes of that, so I don’t post those writings.
I also write when I’m happy, or feeling extra special because I helped someone, or they helped me.
I write when I’m inspired by something in the news, a smile, something cheesy like a rainbow or walk along the beach.
My emotions spill into my writing. However, when I’m hurt, be it feelings or physical pain, I find it hard to write anything that makes sense. My mind pings like a rampant super ball, up in anger, pounding the ground in disbelief. It’s exhausting.
I want to say something clever, pretend it doesn’t matter, defend myself, and slap the offender silly--simultaneously. Yet I do none of these things.
My throat closes. Then I bolt so they won’t see my tears—my weakness.
Or, like today, I post something on my blog. I try to say a lot—yet nothing really comes across the page to express exactly what I feel.
I suppose I just need to write a whole lot of nothing to let wounds ebb away...through the fingertips on my keyboard. Then, surprisingly, I feel better.
What does writing do for you?