Christmas came early this month, folks lol. Decided to post my monthly motivational post a day early. Enjoy!)
Every time I’m in a writer’s funk or having difficulty writing, I return to my favorite bookstore for a visit. I’ve visited many bookstores, and gone to vast amounts of libraries in my life, but no bookstore touches and inspires me the way Barnes and Noble does.
When I was very young, I fell in love, but it wasn’t with a man or a place. I fell in love with reading and writing, and that love has yet to die. As I write, I’m reminded of all the people, books, and smells that shaped my love for reading and eventually my love of writing. One of the first books given to me as a gift was a book of Christian poetry that inspired me to write poetry. I also remember receiving the 1st installment of the Harry Potter series of books and George Orwell’s 1984 as presents from people too, all before I had reached the age of eleven. I didn’t know it then, but those books, moments, and people would shape my world and passions for life. If it weren’t for those people, books, and the dreams they inspired me to dream, I don’t know where I would be.
I remember the first time I held the crispy pages of a new book up to my nose and sniffed. To this day, it’s still one of my favorite scents in the world. Whenever I visit Barnes and Noble on bad personal or writing days and sniff that new book smell intertwined with the scent of coffee, I could cry. The scent brings tears to my eyes, because it takes me back in time to when I first discovered the works of Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain, Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker, Kate Chopin, and many other classic writers. It takes me back to when I first dreamed of becoming a writer, and somehow I’m inspired all over again by my childhood memories.
I write to heal. I write to soothe. I write to inspire. I write to motivate and inspire others. I write to push and challenge myself to grow as a person and writer. Most of all, I write because it’s embedded in me. If I didn’t, I don’t know what I’d do with myself. This love of reading and writing is more than a dream to me now. It’s become a part of me.