On Writing

Getting back into the craft of writing.

Writing is hard.

Narrative, descriptive, persuasive, or expository — whatever form it takes, writing is hard.

Yet, writing in all of its forms is an exercise in sapience. It’s what makes humans human. Being able to transfer your thoughts and ideas into words is magic in and of itself.

The challenge of writing makes the process all the more fulfilling.

At least, that is the case for myself. I went through long stretches of time not writing, and that time was when I was at my lowest. Recently, I’ve been making more of an effort to write — fiction and nonfiction. And the experience has breathed new meaning into my life.

Why I Write

I consider myself lucky and privileged to have a full-time job that keeps my belly full, a roof over my head, and the ability to pursue my creative endeavors when I clock out.

Not everyone can say that.

Yet, I couldn’t help but feel…incomplete once I secured stability in my life. Deprivation of the soul. I don’t hate my 9-5, but I realized that my creative needs were not being met. I knew something had to change.

I used to write a lot as a kid, and it’s both a mournful and happy experience to reflect on.

Why? Because I had so much time to explore all types of ideas. To fill in notebooks upon notebooks of stories, I look back on with cringeworthy joy at the unbridled freedom I had as a kid (thanks Mom and Dad!).

I want that back.

At the end of 2024, I started the process of getting back into writing in all of its forms. Fiction and non-fiction. The goal is to complete a novel by the end of 2025 and self-publish where I can, document that journey, and inspire other women like myself to do just the same.

Because writing colors life.

Writing allows you to explore worlds and allow other people to be guests in that world. Writing inspires others and gives meaning to life. That’s why I write. Not just for myself, but for the kid who dreamed of different universes and worlds to get lost in.