Why I Write

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.

Happy May!!!!

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10 thoughts on “Why I Write

  1. Touché. There are many of us in this blogging community where writing is so much more than things to do. I have loved to read and write since I was little. My mother would send me to clean my room and I would be gone so long she would know the room was spotless. I would be halfway through a book when she finally ventured up to see the room. My adult children won’t go to the bookstore or a library with me, lol..

    1. Nice story vercellonopace. My family hates to go to the bookstore and library with me too. They go reluctantly though, and wait for me in the car as I check out bookstores or libraries lol.

  2. My husband and I visit Barnes & Nobel on date nights because he knows it is my favorite place to be!! You are right about the smells as you walk in bringing back memories. I find it a relaxing scent too because I would rather be surrounded by books than almost anything else (plus I love coffee). 😊

  3. Barnes and Noble is one of my favorite places in the world, Nancy!!! I go there to revive my spirits and gather the strength to conquer the world again after an disappointment or bad day. The scents take me back to my childhood, to the days when I first fell in love with literature. I looove the smell of new books, lol. 🙂

  4. This post took me back to when, how and why I had started reading and writing.There was a time when I had given up on both but like true a friend they welcomed me back with open arms and helped me become stronger. Emily Dickinson, Mark Twain and Harry Potter were some of my first reads too! And I too love the smell of books 🙂 I recently came to know that there’s a word for that feeling! Bibliiosmia! 😀

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