I wrote this post 11 years ago. I write every day on my WordPress page, pouring out my thoughts and experiences into the digital realm. I don’t listen to the whispers of what others say much anymore; their opinions are like fleeting shadows that rarely touch my steadfast resolve. I have continued to do what I wish to, regardless of what I think others criticize me for.
My love for writing is unwavering, a passion that has deep roots in my soul. I think I always have loved it, though there was a time when I was unaware that we could do rewrites.
I remember watching my sister diligently type on her old-fashioned typewriter for her classes, the clacking keys echoing in the air. Yes, the kind with a back of paper ink that seems so antiquated now. She never did rewrites; her confidence filled the room as she would send her work out into the world as it was, perfection and all. Now I know that is hogwash.
We all rewrite, revising our thoughts and crafting our narratives until they resonate with our true selves. Writing is a journey that evolves over time, allowing us to articulate our stories with greater clarity and depth.
Jane Russell
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
~Ernest Hemingway
The chair supports my back as cool air dances around my feet. The balls of my feet touch the carpet. Cat is brushing by my legs. The film The Fuzzy Pink Nightgown is softly talking in the background as the refrigerator motor clicks on. A helicopter is flying overhead, and I see a big white van pass by the computer room window.
I can hear the major streets, which we live between, filled with fast moving cars. It sounds as loud as Niagara Falls. My heart is beating softly.
I taste breakfast on my tongue and desire another cup of coffee. Now I hear the quiet as the bees work outside and as the brakes from the trash truck squeak. Time for a cup of coffee and to powder my nose. (10:50 AM)
Jane Russell’s beauty mixes well with her clever ways. She has taken off the blonde wig to reveal her true brunette self instead of the sexpot she was falsely portraying: A sip of coffee. I am thinking of renewing my WordPress account.
I am finishing my second year. I have over five hundred posts on this site. I hear the echoing laughter from professional editors and writers that think what I am doing here sucks. I fight this every day. I know now that a writer writes!! I am addictively sincere in my efforts.
Writing is a cause to be vulnerable. Yes, every day we write here on WordPress opening our hearts and minds to be read and judged by others; here and now, I know, it is all about the story. (11:11 AM).
