"If I had 6 minutes left to live, I wouldn't brood.
I'd type a little faster." ~ Isaac Asimov
I have been asked many times why is it that I can always put the words into a certain feeling, action, or thought... and how is it that I'm usually able to place a picture of a place or an event into the mind of someone else through my writings.
Honestly - I really don't know.
I always write what I feel, what I'm going through, and how I see a certain situation. Writing for me has always been my opiate, perhaps it's like a drug that I'm addicted to, an escape of sorts from the ordinary humdrum of life.
Even when I'm doing a multitude of things, I find myself constantly thinking - it can be said that I have an overactive imagination, which is not entirely a positive thing... especially since being overly imaginative can cause one to visualize things that may not even be there. On the other hand, it allows me to explore all possibilities in relation to a subject at hand, and in many cases, this mental preparation has helped me in countless of ways.
Sometimes it's easier for me to deal with things when I'm able to churn out all these cause(s) and effect(s) and list them as a mental note to myself - it helps me assess the situation a lot more than if I were to simply keep all my thoughts and feelings bottled up inside. Many times, writing about how I feel, my worries, my elation and things that bewilder me puts these thoughts into motion. It gives me a somewhat clearer view of things, and more often than not - I would then be able to decide on my course of action thereafter.
It's my way of dealing with things, it has a calming effect when I'm down and troubled, and it's what I usually turn to when I need to describe an otherwise intangible emotion. Sometimes it makes reality more bearable.
I want my fingers to speak in cipher and symbol, in character and punctuation – I want them to speed across an empty slate, filling it with idea and passion. I want others to read it, and I want them – for a brief fleeting moment... understand the world through my eyes, to see what I see, to feel what I feel. I try to capture those lost moments of time like insects in amber, and I hold them up to the brightness and I make available that spark of mankind that is so transient in our busy lives. I write because I am happy and joyful, tired and sad, and frightened and terrible and thirsty. I write because we are all those things, all of us in our own ways.
If anyone can identify with what I write - it's usually because they have experienced the whole gamut of emotions that I have placed into words. I write about life, about how we sometimes fall along the way, and I marvel at how we can pick ourselves up with renewed vigour every time we think we aren't able to.
I try to put a mirror against reality,