It’s another week that brings another Sharing Saturday. Today I will sharing a paragraph from an essay I wrote called Why I Have an Idée Fixe with Writing. It’s about my journey through writing and what it means to me.
Writing is more than an action or thought. It is a process of pouring out one’s soul onto the stark white pages that are soon filled with black letters marching across the page. It is an escape; a way to see and do things differently. Once a doorway is opened to welcome writing there is no way to ever go back. I found that out when my mom opened a wooden door for me and introduced a world from which I would never leave. That world bloomed into an infatuation. A dream. A possibility. A reality. That seed that was planted so long ago is now a pine tree that continues to grow infinitesimally every day.