Current Word Count: 10,317
It’s been one of the toughest weeks in my years as a writer. NaNoWriMo started, I did a write in, cracked 10,000 words and through it all dealt with some really heavy personal issues.
There were times when I dove into writing to hide from my problems. Avoiding the truth aboutreality, I was building this world where characters would have the answers I could not fine. Then there were days where I was so distracted by real life that I was unable to concentrate. On those days I would pick out words brick by brick until I finished another section of my plot.
Artistic people usually pour elements of their real life into their work. This is what allows the observer, listener, reader to connect with art. Those songs that make us cry for a missing love, the painting that made us laugh at an inside joke, and the dance that made us wish we had more rhythm. Art connects us in a way that sees past race, religion or sexual orientation.
Pouring pain into the mix is not easy. Each time I re-read a certain paragraph, my heart will ache. As will any reader who has ever experienced pain. However, that is what makes the work worthwhile.
As a child I loved reading. I loved visiting far away places with strange characters and unusual customs. Yet, there were certain books I read because I related to the protagonist’s experiences and it was nice to see someone come through those challenges as survivors.
This is one of the many reasons I write. I write to tell my tales, to let others know of struggles shared and to let them know they are not alone.
Write on!
PhoebeJaneWrites 