Why do You Write?

Jan 29, 2010 23:10

This was an answer I wrote in a community. I wanted to keep it since I put a lot of thought into it ( Read more... )

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skyfaith January 30 2010, 05:23:30 UTC
Somehow, I feel the same way but not in writing. Writing for me is related to that in same way but I hide or throw them away, never let it be known.

You can express with your own hands. Hug or some sort of that. The hands- to hold the pen and write.

Besides, you don't know something or someone would enter your world if you don't try. Go for it! :)

Haha, I apologize if it might be offensive or something. ^^;

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desert_rose January 30 2010, 06:23:22 UTC
*hugs* and thank you for writing such a thoughtful response to my question. I will reply there more generally, but on a personal note, I want you to know that you can talk to me about whatever you need and want to, and I'll always listen. I don't need to talk about myself, I'm here, as your friend, to listen to your thoughts, hopes, fears and dreams.

Whenever we can talk again, I'd love to! Please message me, and I'll call!

Sending all my love to you, Maria!

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mrstotten January 30 2010, 08:16:02 UTC
This is a wonderful answer to an intriguing question. Growing up I was generally more of a reader than a writer, I only started writing in the last couple of years. But for me writing is a release, a way to take all the mixed up ideas in my head and have them make some kind of sense.

I also love your Yeats quote, it is one of my favourites :D

Mags (magsscribbles)

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firesign10 January 30 2010, 17:18:43 UTC
I think you are one of the most thoughtful writers around. There are all kinds of great writers, but with you it's truly thought-full - you put so much of yourself into it. You manage to stay ver open, despite the fact that is hard for you to do. I know whenever I read something of yours, and that includes your regular posts in your lj here, that there is nothing but what you truly think and feel. Sometimes I feel that you are a rose growing in the cracks of an empty lot, and I am sad for those who walk by and don't realize what is growing there.

*hugs*

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