One.

Writers write. Writers write. Writers should be writing. Writers don't just tweet, or Instagram, or Facebook, or text, or utilize social media mediums to express themselves. They need the smell of paper. The sharpness of a surprise paper cut. The digital space facilitated by a screen and a keyboard that feels comfortable beneath the fingertips that are extensions of a mind so occupied by...words. Writers write. And, I am a writer. And so it shall be.


It took me a long time to confirm what I've always known: that, because I love to write, and find myself communicating most emphatically THIS WAY, I am a writer. Those four little words are heavier than almost anything I've ever said, and the weight of them grows with each passing day that I do not write something, anything. I've written for myself and others forever, cleaving to Nancy Drew and Silverstein and Angelou and Hughes and Lawry and Shakespeare and Tupac. I respect words. I respect those who make them readable.


I can stare absentmindedly at my phone screen for hours, observing the happenings of friends, real and virtually real, and contribute quick quips, anecdotes, and long-winded narratives, often even too long for my time, to posts on a quick moving feed. Those are easy. Sitting down to control your own space is somehow more difficult. It's like I'm judging myself against my capabilities, wondering if I'm being too vulnerable, as if that's a bad thing. It's not. Vulnerability is beautiful. That's why it's often faked.


I don't know where this blog will take me. But, I know it's a start.
Because, writers write.
And I am a writer. And, so it shall be.