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"Wriiiiiiiite" ~Celie



Writing...it is the next thing we're taught behind reading. It's the next reasonable step to becoming literate and worthy of "moving up" in school. Don't get me started on actual comprehension, composition and flair...those are totally relevant to each student's capacity and willingness to learn. What I AM referring to...is the passion to write.

I have been writing (in the passionate sense) since I was in grade school. We had to have "salt & pepper" composition books with our names on them. We would be given a time of day, each day...to write our thoughts journal-style. No one was to read our writings but the teacher. WELL...clearly, as much as people like to dip in my business NOW...they did so then. I was out sick one day. When I returned...some of the girls in my class (which was comprised of 5th and 6th grade "above average" humanities students) ...were standing waiting for me at my desk.  We made our way up to the coveted third and top floor of the school and into the one class that housed a stage.  It was also connected by way of the cloak room to the music room...this class was my haven. Yet, before we'd gotten there...none of the friends who spoke to me all of the time paid me any attention.  I didn't think anything of it. So, I approached my desk they figuratively tapped their Buster Browns in anticipation of my arrival to confront me...meanwhile, my heart dropped at what they could possibly want.

"Why did you say you cant stand ******?"
"I didn't say that..." I replied
"Yes you did...it's right HERE!" as one pulls out my book and shows me my entry.
"I didn't SAY anything...I wrote it." I justified.
"Are you being smart?" one asked, who was a 6th grader to my 5th grade status.
"No, I'm answering your question. Anyway, it's my book and no one is supposed to read it."
"Well, we did...and we don't like what you said. She cried when she saw this. You should be careful what you write."

They didn't speak to me all day...and quite possibly a few weeks longer. I actually remember that in the interim, a new girl came to the class named, Samantha...who I became fast friends with.  As I played with Samantha, sat with Samantha, had lunch with Samantha, slept over Samantha's house...they slowly but surely befriended me again. They had no idea that I wouldn't cry. They also didn't know me very well...I wrote everything they did to me down in that very book! Hmph!

After that, I kept several more journals that got violated down the road...yet, I keep writing in them. I wonder why? LOL

My desire to write is so strong that I write drivel when thinking. When I'm sad, I will doodle and write affirmations to myself. I'm always writing in some form...even if I'm not composing a blog, or a story or statusing/tweeting. Writing to me is like air. I write, even if I never post it or share it with another soul. Writing is my best friend...and it never lets me down. I don't have to worry about what writing thinks of me...it loves me. It gives back to me WAY more than I give to it. 

I felt this movie line DEEP down the first time I heard it...

"If when you wake up in the morning, the first thing you think about is writing...then you're a writer" ~Sister Mary Clarence/Whoopi Goldberg -- Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit

That speaks VOLUMES to me. I go to SLEEP thinking of things to write. I wake up with plays, musicals and songs fluttering about in my brain. Writing is NOT formulating words in sensible paragraphs. It is projecting your soul into those paragraphs and evoking feeling, response and in some cases...awe, with those very words.

I am a writer...nice to meet you :)

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The God'ess said...

Bravissima Diva and you write so well. None of that textbook drivel I've run across. You could teach a class on the Fine Art of Writing.

Wizzy Jr. said...

I remember my Journal Days. Haven't kept one since I started blogging some years ago, tho. I might need to go back to that. LOL.

But Mine got violated by my Grandmother. I think I was about 9 or 10 at this time and she did something to piss me off. I think it was writing in my Journal that I sharpened the art of Profanity that I inherited from Generation to generation in my family. Anyway, she didn't like what she was called in that book (or some other folks for that matter) and she didn't speak to me for a LOOONG time. OK, it was 2 weeks but it seemed longer since I was so young. LOL.

She told my Mother what I wrote and Mama Wizzy just started laughing and said "Well, you shouldn't have been reading something you had no business reading". That made her ever MORE pissed off. I didn't regret what I wrote in those because, at the time, I MEANT that shit. I guess Granny finally figured out what I was saying when I told her that "Sticks and Stones" line she always fed me was bullshit. Ever since that day, I kept my Journals locked the fuck up somewhere!


Writing to me has ALWAYS been my therapy, after singing. Being a Loner, you don't really get to vent to somebody like can in the style of writing..not like they'd wanna hear it, anyway. But hey, you gotta get it out somewhere!

So, from one writer to another....PLEASURE TO MEET YOUR ACQUAINTANCE!

Da_Kween said...

@God'ess~ THANK you, very much. I only hope that when people read, they want to read more :)

@Wizzy~ LMAO @ you saying it was 2 weeks but seemed longer. Yea, kid time is so different.

I know exactly how you feel, and yes...you've GOT to get it out. It can consume you if you don't. I hope you know that you don't HAVE to be a loner...that you have someone who cares (that would be me) about you.

*hugging you rather than shake your hand* lol

Afrodeezha said...

Man, you and Wizz are truly my brother and sister. I can recall those exact same things happening to me!

I still love to write letters too.

I find that writing things out allow me to say exactly what I want to say. When I write without thinking, I'm usually in a real passionate state and end up saying things I probably shouldn't (note I didn't say that I didn't mean).

Great post SiStar!

LYKEBUDDA said...

Bravo Kween I've had a journal since about 10 I have notebooks piled up with blogs poems and various random thoughts I've kept them under close watch and I now feel the need to compile them and release em...thanks for sharing w us your talent.

Butterfly Effect said...

A writer you are. Loved it!

Da_Kween said...

@Dee~ It's a therapy that I've paid for with just paper and pens...cheapest, most wonderful counseling I've experienced next to prayer. I still write letters too. I wish I had someone to send them to. lol

@Budda~ Unearth those journals, woman! lol I'd love to see some throwback Budda!

@BE~ ...and so are YOU! ;)

mrstdj said...

I still have all of journals from the 2nd grade to present, with the exception of the one my junior high boyfriend stole. I love the written word as well. Howdy from one writer to another!

Da_Kween said...

Welcome to the Kaleidoscope, MrsTDJ. Thank you for the visit.

I'm in awe of your ability to maintain possession of your journals...and a little "wowed" by your ex stealing one. lol

Howdy!

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