The other day I was overcome by this sensation as I opened up my notebook and began to scribble in secret gibberish comprehendable by only the four of us; my pen,my paper,my mind and I. It was like electricity rushing through me but instead of making my hair stand up like in the movies when someone encounters so much voltage, it made me feel alive, in place. I started to wonder if this was normal, if it is only my heart that beats with fulfilment and elation once pen meets paper? If I am the only human on earth that makes myself smile upon completing that final chapter? Every time I write (without fail or doubt) I know this is my nirvana, even when the words don’t come out right and end up on paper balls in dustbins I still felt extreme joy when I jotted them down.
Writing is my oasis, I can casually inscribe the most intimate of my emotions on paper and I have caught myself ,one too many times,typing on a keyboard that is only connected to air. There I sit, my fingers at work and as each of their tips kisses a key I overwhelmed by a feeling, I am home. This was made for me and I for it. The irritation at an uncooperative computer or an ink-less pen, the frustration when a thought keeps me up at night but I can’t seem to get it right on paper, the anger at the folly of mind when it’s as blank as Mother Theresa’s criminal record, the excitement when I have managed to write something I love so much that I want to sit the whole world down and read it to them. All these emotions I have felt and feel, I own them, I live off of them and I live for them.
Who knows if I’ll grow up to be one of the greats, I just love it period.I love to write so much it scares me sometimes, I wonder if my talent slips away will I too? The bouts of writer’s block damn near kill me and I wonder what if the words are truly gone this time? Who will I be if I am not a writer?
So I was curious about how other people in this blogging community feel when they write. How do you feel when you write?