The one passion which has never faded or changed in my life has been my love of writing. There has been times where I have had long gaps in sitting down with pen and paper to jot down my thoughts and feelings but I have always come back to writing. As Communications Manager for a charity the written word is of huge importance every day and after a day of thinking about writing for work sometimes my brain just refuses to get creative for personal written ideas.
Like many people who write or draw I have a huge amount of unfinished pieces collecting dust, I can't however bare to part with any of the little sentences or pieced together words and rhymes incase I one day find use for them. Besides, each was written for a reason, and like a photo, captures something which I was thinking at that moment in time.
I have recently begun to transfer all my little jots and scribbles onto my laptop for safe keeping. It may sound silly but even though I know they are safer on my computer than on paper I feel a little heartbroken everytime I throw away a piece of paper with my handwritten jumble of ideas, starky written in ink or pencil.
Some of my writing dates back years. Just the other day my mum told me she has found a little poem I wrote probably 15-16 years ago. She said it made her smile and I guess that is all I have ever wanted from my writing, to make people smile, or laugh or cry, as long as it makes them think I am happy.
Apart from the odd competition and lots of unfinished book ideas I have never done anything with my creative writing but, one day I will. However whether they are loved or hated they are wasting while lying in piles and under books and on the back of paper bags so I am going to upload my written story.
Welcome to a scrapbook of thoughts from the past, in the hope of inspiring myself to keep on going and to hopefully inspire others to do the same.
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