Where to start……when you don’t have an ending yet?
There is nothing fascinating I could write about, that will make you like what I write more. I just write for myself. I write to get how I feel off of my chest. Some pieces are life experience and some are theories or opinions. I haven’t been on this earth long enough to truly feel like I’ve lived everything. Yet, I’ve found one experience can tie into a million different emotions which can connect all of my viewers and I together.
I’ve always based my purpose of writing for myself.
“Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self” – Cyril Connolly
And those are the terms I’ve pledged too.
My father was the one that made me notice, at a young age, that I had an unique way of writing and expressing myself. He once saw something I had written, and was stunned that I could produce something at such a young age. So he encouraged me the most with writing and giving me support. At the age of 10 years old, I started to keep a diary. I used to write in it everyday, explaining what I did in a day, but most importantly, how I felt. My diary became my outlet and my friend. To this day, I still have this diary in my possession and when I read it again, I am still amazed about how in tune with feelings I was at a young age. It’s like that was all I cared about, was how I felt about certain things. And growing up, I can remember just always “feeling” things 100% more than other people around me. Like when I was mad, I was destroyed. When I was happy, I was electrified. When I wanted attention, I was intolerable. And finally when I was sad, I became deeply depressed. Which eventually sadness saturated my every day life, and I became depressed throughout my teen years. To the point where I was deeply in trouble, but no one knew about it. I kept it very hidden and away from every one and I certainly never told anyone about it. I experienced a lot in my adolescence, and thus grew up quickly with the understanding of feelings and emotions. My writing helped me become not depressed anymore, and by expressing how I felt on paper, it released a sorta therapy for me. Because I was able to go back and read how I felt, figure out why I felt that way, literally depict every angle of this one feeling and either rationalize it afterwards or choose to change the state of emotion I was in. Thus began my self-help way of living my life now.
I mainly write poems. But my passion for music has drifted me to write lyrics recently. I have also written short stories and am in the midst of writing characters to a short novel.
Please feel free to comment, rate, or critique what you see posted on my page. I do not mind constructive criticism.
I also have a Facebook Writing Page @ http://www.facebook.com/pages/Erica/142844580663
I’d also love to read other people’s form of art and would love suggestions to their page.