Writing And Me, A Short Autobiography

Writing And Me, A Short Autobiography

A Story by R.E.K.
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I think I started writing because I liked paper as a child.

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 I think I started writing because I like paper as a child
I liked the way it felt between my fingers
and I liked the way it smelled; a condensed albino forest and factory bleach.
I was and am an avid reader, which led to my love of words, which led to my love of writing. 
Once it was there inside my head, an innocent seed floating in a rich bed of imagination, 
it took root with a vengeance and became part of me.
That one writing seed grew into a tree with many branches. 
Songwriting, poetry, storytelling, acting, spoken words.
Although I do have a bit of knack for it, it took many years of journals to develop into what it is now.
Writing is probably the reason I'm sane, but it's probably also the reason I have very few friends. 
As a child, I got into the habit of bringing a journal to recess and the habit stuck with me. 
Yes, I'm that girl in the laundromat scribbling thoughtfully on a legal pad. 
And I'm also the girl who when speaking, has an extremely difficult time expressing herself in a coherent way, however, 
can write quite beautiful prose that anyone can connect to in a heartbeat. 
Writing, you could also say, saved my life. 
I struggle with major depression, and without the emotional release that writing provides,
 I'm not sure I would have emerged as decently intact, in a variety of senses, as I am now. 
I pray that writing is always something I am passionate about, although I've taken the occasional holiday from it, 
for it makes my mind such a beautiful, lyrical sort of wonderland.
 

© 2017 R.E.K.



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; Once it was there inside my head, an innocent seed floating in a rich bed of imagination,
it took root with a vengeance and became part of me.
That one writing seed grew into a tree with many branches. '

That's how it can be, everything! In some ways sad yet, a compulsion, an addiction - a prison.

Whereas most people would understand, else they'd not be here, reading your fine words.. but.. we need share the magic storied inside with others - 'no man is an island' and all that.

Will come back to this poem again and again because it has both sensitivity and determination.. strange bedfellows perhaps but, ' .. .. it makes my mind such a beautiful, lyrical sort of wonderland..'

Posted 4 Days Ago


Beautiful. My favorite line was liked the way it smelled; a condensed albino forest and factory bleach. That was cool, with the image and scent jumping out at me.
The line I really connected with however is this one.
has an extremely difficult time expressing herself in a coherent way, however,
can write quite beautiful prose that anyone can connect to in a heartbeat.
I seem always struggle to talk sometimes. Stumbling over my words, forgetting what to say, etc. But then when I start to write, its like all the words I ever knew just come out. They flow like water onto the paper in puddles of ink

Posted 4 Days Ago



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