i woke up this morning blank as ever- it was barely dawn really, ass o' clock in the morning if you will- and sitting by the window, while waiting for my coursework to load i started scribbling down a little idea in my journal.

slowly that idea turned into three full fledged scenes and by the time i realised what i was doing- 1. my laptop had gone into sleep mode again 2. i now had about 4 pages of written work (roughly 3-4k) for a wip id been slaving over for the better part of last month.

it made me think. when exactly had writing become a chore? why did it start being tedious when it was something i turned to when i needed to release my emotions? when did it stop being my coping mechanism? when did it become my sole source of stress?

sometimes we need to remember what writing is to us. we need to remember 𝘸𝘩𝘺 we write. remember the feeling you get, the tingle in your fingertips when your thoughts are in tune with them and the flow- oh god the effortless flow of the words as they slowly come to life.

theyre 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 words. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 gave them meaning, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 made them what they are. isnt that exciting? this is why i turn to writing. to me it is an outlet. i write to put my thoughts at rest. to get out of my daily routine, try to live different scenarios through my characters.

to me it is liberating. my method of escape. what is writing to you?