It is quite enlightening to realize others recognize your fine skills in composition, and appreciate the fine details woven through even the most basic of stories. Writing is not simply a form of communication or just used for recording purposes. It can be such a wonderful way to tell the world so many things.
Some I’m sure use writing simply as a way to satiate their ego. Perhaps that is why I write, to satisfy my own ego. It is, of course, true that I am the all-powerful narrator in my writing. I can say, do think, and feel anything I wish for anyone or anything depicted through my words. It is a beautiful, liberating feeling. Intoxicating, too.
I can write forever on pages and type forever onto various digitized media. But when it comes to sharing these words, I am often at a loss in proceeding to do so. What I do hope is that by having my thoughts mirrored into words, it can be better understood that everything I do in the course of my day out in society is an experiment.
I look for reaction, causes and effects. The world is like my laboratory and I am studying all that is in it. I may at times write “gems of genius” but all too often, there are thoughts I have which are so difficult to put into words. They fly by so quickly in this brain, and if I don’t catch them, they’re gone for good.