This was an assignment in our Creative Writing class--my personal writer's creed, to serve as an antidote for writer's block or to parry the blows of the seven evil writer's demons :) So without further ado, here's my reason for writing:
Why do I write? But perhaps that is the wrong question. Maybe I should be asking, what do I write for? I know I write because, as of lately, I am more often than not forced to write. I also write when I am full but also when I am empty. But compulsory or not, what do I find in writing?
Writing is a burst of fresh air for my soul.It is where words come together as the world falls away. A whole world exists in ink and paper that is between fiction and reality. Truth and illusion. Fact and opinion. Here I find a world between worlds. Just as CS Lewis finds a "wood between the worlds" in The Magician's Nephew, here I find the point between peace and a new adventure. A place where I can shout what I whisper and whisper what I shout. Where I can be who I want to be and shed all my flaws even as I begin to find them. With only a pen and paper I have this power over this world. And though the road be hard, I shall not relinquish the power of words, where they are strongest in my pen and paper.
-Dale Amigo (2008)
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