Thomas Mann once said that a writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. I believe that is true. Writing for me isn’t exactly fun; and it certainly isn’t easy. It’s like trying to capture the wind and fashion a solid form out of it. Yet my soul needs it like my lungs need air. Breathing isn’t something you do simply for fun. You breathe because you would start to die inside if you stopped. Writing is the same for me.
I write to give voice to parts of me that have been silent for too long. I write to give courage to the child inside me who is afraid to raise her voice in a world that is too loud already. I write to be sure of what I think before I blurt out words that could be misunderstood. I write to discover that what I thought was true, may not be at all. I write because my mind is crowded with too many ideas, and I don’t want to forget the ones that were worth remembering. Writing lets me explore the depths of my heart, and examine what I find there. I use myth and metaphor and the natural world to give form to abstract ideas. I have published several articles online, and hope to publish many more.
I hope that the insights I have found resonate with you as well. As always, I welcome feedback, so if you have something to add, let’s talk!
Asperger’s From The Inside A very personal look at what the experience of Asperger’s (or ASD) has been like for me.
A Tower in the Woods: Emerging A retelling of a fairy tale, in which each of us is the princess and the hero.
Thank Your Demons, Then Set Them Free Thoughts on those parts of ourselves we despise, yet which are only trying to protect us from being hurt again.
Trusting the Kaleidoscope of Life Thoughts about cause and effect, and the contribution we each make the the whole.
Voices of the Caged: Releasing Your Soul Do you ever feel constrained by the way society has been made to work? Do you long to follow a deeper, quieter voice instead?
Take Off Your Mask and Show Me Your Soul Does life feel like a masquerade party, with only masks on display? What lies behind the face that people present for public viewing?