Friday, November 30, 2012

Why I write

I knew that I wanted to be a writer when I first watched The Wizard of Oz. I don't know what it was about that movie but it sparked my imagination in a way nothing up until that point had. I was around ten years old at the time and it changed my life. I always have had this crazy imagination that allows me to see things in a way no one else sees them. This was extremely hard to deal with growing up because kids pick on the "weird" ones. I thought that having my imagination was a terrible thing for a very, very long time. Because of the way people treated me, I lost my way. I forgot about my passion for creating stories. I forgot about who I was--about who I was BORN to be. I was made with a way to see the world NO ONE else could see it. I had a gift.

Tell that to everyone who picked on me, though; they don't care about that stuff. I even felt ostracized from my family for a time. It seemed to me that nobody "got" me. But then something happened. It felt like I woke up from a nightmare and realized that I needed to tell everyone who didn't believe in me to go die in a fire. I knew who I was and I knew what my passion was. It was everyone else who was lost.

From that day on, I vowed to relearn what made me happy and go full force to that dream. There are times when my old self comes back to haunt me and tell me that I will never have my dreams come true. But now, instead of giving in and letting my negative self take over, I concentrate on something else. I get passionate about my stories and want to make them the best that they can be.

It has been hard for me personally because I felt like I was shunned in a sense for so long. I am lucky to have an amazing boyfriend who encourages me to keep on going. He is truly what helps me keep pushing my dream. It is hard to say that I think I am a great writer because I don't know if that's true. All I know is that I am passionate about it and will continue to hope and dream. I only hope that my stories can be shared with the world one day and that I will finally be understood.

That is why I write. Not because I want to be famous. Not because I want my story to be made into a movie. But because the inspiration of a muse runs through my veins and screams to be let out. It is the least I can do to let that muse scream.

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