We Write Because We Write.

We Write Because We Write.

It’s been over a year since I think I’ve written anything. I used to write. I used to write all the time. Everyday. Reviews, Articles, Features, Poems, Short strories. Anything. I wrote because I enjoyed it. I wrote because it helped me. In my everyday life it made me feel good. Whatever happened I wrote about it.

Then for some reason I just stopped.

I finished my degree, and I kept writing. Then I watched, as so many of my class mates went on to write. Professionally write, what I used to call real writing. That’s where I got hung up, and that’s when I forgot the importance of writing. What it means to be a writer.

As soon as I forgot that and began comparing myself to other people, and what they were doing, was when the FEAR began! I lost confidence in myself, my ability, and worse my writing. When I forgot the importance of writing, I forgot how much I loved it.

It was only when I was searching through some old papers that I dicovered a box of all my old writing. A fraction of what I’ve written through my life but ones that mean so much to me I keep them with me at all times. Everyone who is a writer has these stacks of papers. Reading these was when I decided to say ‘to hell with it’. SO I’m going back to basics. I’m writing what I want to make me happy, and I’m putting it out there for all to see. All the little insperations life has to offer! From moving in with my best mate, to opening a new pub in East London. Alot is changing for me over the next few months! There should be ups, and downs, triumphs and fails, but it’s gonna be a fun ride!

Would love feedback of anykind if you care to take a read from time to time. My writing is back and it’s out there with it’s big brass balls in it’s hands!!!!