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It’s OK — Writers Are Strange.

How could I not respond to this picture?

I mean, this is a big part of me –  tea (the foam is a “must”)  and writing. (Not so much the cookies but you could definitely talk me into a couple.)

I woke up this morning and noticed there was a message scribbled in my notebook, on the nightstand. Apparently, I scribbled a couple of thoughts before I went to bed but I really don’t remember doing so. However, I take responsibility because without question, a few weeks ago, I woke up at 3:00 a.m. with an awesome title possibility for my next book, turned on the lamp and jotted down my thoughts.

There’s always a notebook in my purse.

And one in the car door pocket.

And one in the kitchen drawer.

I have a separate notebook for Sunday sermon notes, an ongoing journal that isn’t far away from me at any time and I recently slipped a notebook and pen in the bathroom cupboard, just in case I have a good thought while showering. I’ve got a “new-word-every-day” notebook and when I’m listening to a speaker, watching a video or reading a book, I’m scribing away.

So, this morning, I asked myself this question:  Do I write because I need to or because if I don’t write down my thought when I think it, I forget it?

I do believe it’s probably a mixture of both situations.

I love to write. I’ve always enjoyed writing.

I write about how I feel and what I see. And I love to tell stories. I remember writing birthday poems to my mom and endless letters to friends when I was younger. When I lived overseas, I actually hand wrote at least one letter/day for three years. I wrote love notes to the kids in their lunches and when they went to camp, they were very popular (perhaps also embarrassed?)  for the backwards printing letters they received from their mom.

A pen/pencil in or a keyboard under my hands – they both feel like an extension of me. Victor Hugo once wrote, “A writer is a world trapped in a person.”  I get that. I really do.

There are very few days when I don’t write. It’s my bent in life. It’s part of who I am.

But I also write because my memory just isn’t as sharp as it was when I was younger. So, writing “stuff” down is a huge help –  less problems occur as a result.

I get a LOT of comments about this journal. I just finished this 13 x 8 book, stuffed with thoughts, quotes and stories. Now it will join the other journals piled on a high shelf in the back room.

But I’ll definitely go back to it. I always do.

13 X 8 journal

I’ll keep writing, I’ll keep being thankful and I’ll keep buying journals.

Writing is painting of the voices




  1. Extremely well said.

    • Diane (Author)

      Thank you so much for the compliment, Paul. Coming from you, it means so much.

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