The Inside Scoop
We All Are Story Tellers
“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.”
― Stephen King
Writing is not a simple habit for me. It is my lifeblood. My veins steam substances that weave stories, words, and scenes together to get my thoughts across to the world. We are creatures of habit, and I am bound by my brain’s desire to write. I don’t understand the desire. But I know I can’t fight it. My writing is nearly a spiritual concept for me.
Words come to me. Words flow through me. Words change me. Words feed us, and they breed us.
I first discovered my passion for writing when I was sitting in a room with tears streaming down my face as my parents fought to wonder how I can drown out these pains. I picked up a pen and paper to drown out the world around me. It was my way of expressing how thankful I am for literature and books.
Books don’t lie. Books don’t seek to hurt, and they certainly don’t turn people against you. They feed your imagination. They feed your brain. They show you what love is and what love is not.
Writing fiction, poetry, lyrics, and short expository works that resonated with both my emotions, heart, and imagination. It became clear to me that my life’s blood is in words because they understand me. Sometimes, I think people can understand me, but…
