I was recently bloghopped by an amazing author: JD Estrada. I met JD at the recent Puerto Rico Comic Con 2015 and got myself a signed copy of one amazing ride (Only Human) that I have yet to finish, but promise to tell (without spoilers) when I’m done. For now, I’ll leave you with one thought: Thank God I’m Only Human… though I wouldn’t mind having my cardinal points unblocked. 😉
The subject of this blog hop is Why I Write. And you guessed it; here’s where I tell you all about why I put words down on paper, or on Word, or wordpress, or tumbler, or… you get the picture.
So why do I write? That’s an easy and hard question all at once. Mainly, I write because I love to. There’s something about a pen and a paper that just calls to my fingers. In fact, I loved to write even before I could write. Yup! That’s right! Little four-year-old me used to sit on top of the dugout of my brother’s baseball practice and “write” in a notebook I used to haul around. I say (or print) “write” because frankly it was all gibberish. I didn’t know how to write! I was just pretending to write, although I’m sure there was a story there.
So from this it shouldn’t surprise you that I still love the paper and the pen. Yes, I know it’s twice the work, but I don’t care. The story flows much better on the paper and I actually get to go to the beach and write without stressing over a computer getting sand, or wet, or salt, or just drop it like I so often do with my phone. My notebook is practically indestructible! (Keep away from fire!)
But of course, that answer is way too simple, because there’s a whole lot of kinds of writing and although I don’t really mind any of them, I do have my favorites and those are fiction and poetry. Mind you, I like writing each for different reasons.
Poetry: I start with poetry because I was first a poet than a fiction writer. I could probably publish several poetry books just from my teen years. I was the girl with the Notebook! Always and everyday. Still am… To me poetry is therapy. I wrote and write poems to let go and process my feelings. I love it. It is where I am absolutely manifested freely and unhindered. When I write it, I don’t really expect anyone to read it, so I let all the darkness or joy rain and pour. Same goes for diary keeping. Guilty. 22 notebooks, so far. (NOTE: Blogging is a milder version of journal keeping.)
Fiction: Ah! Fiction… This is where I get my kicks. Reality can be overwhelming and I like to escape it. First I used books. Those amazing blocks of paper are actually magical portals into worlds unknown. No movie ever does them justice! After lots of trips, I started wanting to create some of my own. I began with short stories about ghosts (I promise I’ll search the old notebooks and publish some once I find them… There was a succubus in there!) I do love my spooks! Then when I became a mom I dived into the world of Middle Grade fantasy and YA… hence Pixie was born.
BTW, there is a book before Pixie, but that one still lies in 4 different notepads that have yet to be transcribed :s
So there you have it. I write because I love it and it helps me both vent and escape reality. 😀 Here’s a pic of my magic wands! Which one do you think is more powerful? 😉
And now for the best part: The hopping part. Where I hop the blog forward to other writers so they can share their thoughts on why they write.
Hopped Authors:
Sharon Lopez – Sharon is a fiction author (as she states in her blog) from New Hampshire . Her writing spans several different genres. I’ll use her words because she says it best: “In my books dreams are found, love is discovered, adventure is had, and betrayals happen.” Kinda sounds like life, doesn’t it? Click to link to read more about Sharon.
Jonathan Marcantoni – Jonathan is an amazing bilingual writer with a passion to be envied. His words are powerful and strong and I often wonder how he finds the time to write so much with so much going on: A professor, author, co-owner of a publishing company, and father of 3, among many other things like the Youniversity Project. Really, you should check him out!
