At the sake of repeating myself verbatim, the other day I mentioned that I seem to wake up each day with a little knot inside my chest and typing words out on the keyboard seems to unravel it. And I relax.

That’s one of the most obvious reasons I love writing. I just need to expel these words. I feel pent up if I don’t.

I’m not a versed or an educated writer, by any means. I just say what comes out.

Language Arts or English class in school was always my forte but to be honest I can never remember a noun from a verb from an adjective. Seriously, I always have to google which is which. And often, my sentence structure sucks.

Like many people on WordPress, I enjoyed writing from a young age. Journaling events or situations, not because they were so exciting or wondrous, but just so that I would never forget them.

Someday I’d like to find the time to delve into fictional writing, I always say I have no imagination and really it’s true. But one time, in high school, I did win a poetry contest around Remembrance Day. A poem written about Flanders Fields I think.

I skipped school the day of the Remembrance Day assembly when I was supposed to read it in front of the whole school. And I’ve not written anything fictional since.

But if it was there once, maybe I can find a way back in?