Why write?

Why write content into books and blogs or anything of short stories, poems?
Why write?

This is a question that many writers will come across in their lives, sometimes in interviews, it can be a go to question. A very good question too, as the writer would need to have a pretty good idea of why they do it in the first place, wouldn’t they?

By aidannet in books, meditation, relaxation, writer's life, Writing on April 23, 2020April 23, 2020

Why write books & blogs, anything really?

Why write content into books and blogs or anything of short stories, poems?
Why write?

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Here are a few of the reasons why I write.
Part of which is because of a time in my life where I could not understand what was going on. In my head, within my emotions and all around me.
This corona virus situation and the element of how surreal it is. This is the type of position I found myself in in my own life. I needed a way in which to help convince myself of what it was that my own reality actually was. I found that reviewing my own life was something very difficult to do. I did not want to shy away from my emotional pains and in a sense, I didn’t want to create anything inside of my mind that might cause me to go “clinically insane”. That being said, I do not think I would have had to go very far from where I was.

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Then came the writing.
Writing my own memories down and the thoughts and feelings that were attached, in that instance it was a time in my life that I needed to do, exactly that.
The review period was to help me to piece together some of my life and the memories. I strongly needed to figure out what was going on, what had occurred and where will I go with it all.
The surreal nature that was occurring around me was indeed strong. I needed a way to convince myself that it was all real. I needed to write it all down to bring myself to a place where I could cry my eyes out. I needed to write it all down to bring myself to that big sigh of relief. I needed to find a corner to turn, a strand of fiber inside of myself that I needed find and to cling on to, to prevent a spiral down fall or emotional hermitage.
From all my searching for answers, from all my searching to find myself, to find a beginning and end to my pains, I found writing.

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My notes at that time, brought about a huge pile of notebooks and paper on my desk. I even began to develop somewhat of a passive aggressive relationship with my keyboard. I am quite certain that there are many writers who will agree with that kind of relationship with there place of where they write.
There were times that I had to stand up and walk away because I was becoming too emotional, there were other days that I sat totally blocked and no writing occurred.

The bottom line was that the more that I wrote it all out for myself to read, the more and more I felt that my own story is so unbelievable that I thought it cannot be true. I still was weak in my mind and my emotional self had been beat up pretty bad in life.
I was encouraged to compile all of my notes into a manuscript and create a book.
I was not too convinced that I had the content for a book.
I went ahead and compiled my notes into a book and this book is titled, TWO sons TOO many. It is a memoir, not just any old memoir though.

TWO sons TO many is my debut memoir.

In making an attempt to convince myself that I can rebuild myself, when I made a huge effort to bring to the world my first ever book and a very large, large piece of my life. I did it to help others too, I wanted to bring my story to the world and make an effort that my own story could help somebody, anybody; to find their own strength when they might find themselves in times of “struggle”, “adversity” or any time in their lives where someone might find a need to re~calibrate their own perspective.