I've always been a story-teller. I've always woven complex characters and plots in my head. As a child, my nose was always buried in books - and the characters I read about continued to exist even after the story was over. I am a story-teller who best tells his stories through the medium of writing. With writing, I can stop, rewind, refashion, repurpose, and give thoughtful meaning to what I am trying to convey. My loquaciousness is not always an asset - my inability to summarize or be concise can be trying for editors, and downright annoying for everyone else. But with story-telling, I can run free.
There are so many stories inside of me waiting to get out. Stories of my own, stories of my imagination, stories that combine the two. I don't know if I'm good. I haven't had the validation I need yet. But it's who I am - and in writing I feel happiest. Just typing these few words here gives me such inexplicable joy.
New stories are popping into my head - I'm shaping them and nurturing them, wondering who these characters are, and where will they go? The itch is becoming stronger to sit down and create an entirely new world, once again - to tell my stories and feel the release and the exhilaration that comes with each word that I let escape from my soul.
The writing begins anew...