booboowriter77
booboowriter77
| Forum role | Member since | Last activity | Topics created | Replies created |
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| Member | Mar 24, 2021 (5 years) |
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Bio
Writing has always been an outlet for me so I could freely express myself. That wasn't only the best way, I feel, but the safest way to get out the sour shit I was thinking, or the depressing thoughts I had. I wrote about all the good things, all the bad things, and everything else in between. I was very shy growing up and my sister was my only friend. When my sister's girlfriends came over and spent the night, they were just as nice to me as my sister. I felt like her friends were my friends too. I can think back and recall all the things I'd play that included writing. Before I learned cursive writing, I played a teacher or secretary and pretended I knew how and remember I'd scribble each individual word across the paper. Mehm, those were the days. Regardless of how poor my family was, I was happy with my toy cars, that old fashioned telephone that didn't work no more, and the coloring books and crayons I had. But my favorite of all of those, the one thing I had plenty of and didn't mention, was my books. It sent my imagination spiraling, and I loved it. Before writing became my passion, it was without a doubt, reading. I don't ever remember being the up at night writing by the dim light cast from the nightlight. But reading my book in the middle of the night on the floor, at the foot of my momma's bed by the nightlight? That was something I did all the time. One book in particular was about the historic Amelia Erhart. I just couldn't put it down. I was so enthralled reading about the way she learned to fly, her courage and bravery. WOW!
On a more serious note: I now write about things that bother the shit out of me, the shit I just don't understand, and honestly probably never will. I write about what makes me heart so full of love I'm bursting at the seams. I write about my feelings and when they're hurt, why they're hurt, and who hurt them. It helps me let all that negative shit go instead of holding on to it, letting it consume me and continue causing feelings of anger and frustration, or reminding me of how hurt I was when such and such happened. I write creatively to. I write poetry, short stories, or longer projects like the book I'm working on. Mainly, I like journaling about my daily life so the people I cherish the most and the magic memories made will never be forgotten. It has also helped me through my personal struggles with addiction, especially when I could go back and personally reflect on what might've triggered me that I would never have recognized had I not wrote it down. Regardless of why you choose to write, personally or professionally, or both, when it comes down to it you love writing. If not, then you wouldn't do it (my opinion). So, as you read my posts just know ahead of time that most of them are about what I'm going through on any given day. Things I feel like sharing, maybe hoping for some feedback even if I don't necessarily ask for it. But please, just respect me and what I choose to share. Not just for me but for every blogger and writer out there.
Happy reading!!!
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