I was in the office today for the first time since before Christmas. After I opened my Christmas cards and indulged in a few chocolates that had been left on my desk I missed being at home. So, to cheer myself up I planned a trip to the book store after work where I was embarrassingly giddy with happiness at spending €43.18 on a notebook and pen.
Sometimes I'm asked by friends and family why I do what I do when I hide away in a corner with a notebook or stick my earphones in and shut myself away from everything around me. The truth is that words are like oxygen to me. They make me feel happy and safe. A single words can capture my imagination and keep me thinking about it for hours, I can wrap a whole scene around a single word. Other times a word can make me want to rip my hair out with frustration, it feels all wrong or it doesn't say what I want it to. I am a writer.
I don't claim to be a good story-teller. I struggle, I get blocked and angry with myself when something doesn't work. My grammar and style is seriously flawed at times and I'm incredibly lucky to be surrounded by a group of wonderful people that call me out on every mistake in my stories. I'm still learning and I think that will never stop. I am human and I make mistakes, I will never know everything there is to know about writing. So, what makes me call myself a writer. It's simple - I write.
I write every day, regardless of if it's two words or two thousand. It's more than what I do, it's who I am, I am defined by my love of words and how it allows me to express myself in everything I do and the world around me, regardless of if it is a book, a birthday card or a simple thank you note to someone who did something nice for me. It's how I share my joy and heartbreak with the people I love. It is not divisible from the other parts of me. That's why I do what I do, because I am a writer.
Today on the Shades of Atlantis blog tour it is the second stop at Mel's Books and Info. There is a guest post by me and a giveaway.