I am not a writer.
I am very adamant on this point. I write but that doesn’t make me a writer. A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing. They learn the rules and understand its etiquette. I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful.
BUT you don’t have to be a writer to write. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and I yearn for connection. I string words together well enough, I suppose, to accomplish this goal. But that doesn’t make me a writer. I do bleed onto the paper. I do write free.
But a writer…
A writer doesn’t just bleed onto the paper, a writer mixes breath into that blood and creates life. A writer grabs other people and yanks them into their world and the people reading their words have no desire to be released from that world. Writers take writing free… to the next level. They don’t just paint a picture with their words they spend the extra effort and time to turn it into a masterpiece.
I am a bleeder standing in a crowd of breathers.
As a bleeder, I am inspired and built up by the talent that surrounds me. I am better because them. I learn how to write better just by knowing and reading them.
But sometimes, the demons in my head laugh at me and tell me I am a fraud. That I shouldn’t even try to write if I can’t master the art of writing. Why should I try?
What is the point of breathing when I am so good at bleeding?
People are connecting to my words. People find some sort of value in what I type here. More importantly it helps me. I find people like me struggling through the same things I am. You don’t need a degree in writing, or even be good at writing, to reach out and look for connection.
And maybe over time…
I will learn to breathe instead of just bleed.