Sharing Writing
I want to share myself through writing. I want the essence of who I am to sneak through the words and onto the page. Tiny bits of me tumbling through the letters and sentence structure to transmit a little bit of me to people who stop by to read what I have written. I want my voice to sing, I want my words to touch and inspire, I want my hands to touch the keys with love and transfer the emotion that is in my heart to the world.
(C) Melanie Parish, 2010
The words have always flowed for me. At times there is a topic or a concept that sticks in my head and bugs me. It nags and niggles at me until the words find their way to the page. It is a relief. Almost as if a sphincter has relieved itself and is ready to return to a state of rest. Then I can get on with my day, thinking about what is next.
Sometimes I wonder if my writing will be enough. If the words I write and the stories I tell will engage anyone at all. Maybe it will be viewed as boring drivel that no one wants to take the time to read. Or maybe it will be received with open arms and open thoughts–the beginning of a dialogue among friends.
