A creative writing assignment: what type of writer are you?
I am the type of writer who misspells words as they pour them out on the page, not drizzle, maybe not even pour more like dump words on the page. They cannot come out fast enough, my poor hands are all over the page, my pen is running dry. I do the old link the pen trick, more than not it works. My brain says gross, but my heart interrupts and says there is no other choice. It’s like the words are impatient people in line for a rollercoaster, a couple minutes and they are gone. Stephen King says a good thought will not be forgotten, I’m not sure how similar of writers we are since writing things down is my way of doing life from my devotions and what I did today, to to-do list, goals, reminders, good quote I found, dream I had, grocery list, people I want to reach out to, flowers I want to smell one day like a sea aster. Without writing I would be lost and nothing but forgetful.
I am the type of writer who is a friend of writing. I think of it not as a chore but like spending personal time with a friend, a friend that is your thoughts, nature around me, a bird that stopped by or a butterfly whose wings need a break for a second. I am the type of writer who travels, travels from thought to thought, bush to bush. I will do random research on something as if I am asking someone more questions about what they do or where their life has brought them. I am the type of writer who just writes, does not have a plan, maybe just a thought or one word in mind and what comes out is something I didn’t know I needed to hear. I am the type of writer who allows my heart to speak, my brain takes a step back and the soul flies in any and every direction.
My writing can get messy, unorganized, lost, and found, it flows without change. Each piece would be the same. My handwriting is quite similar. From neat to sloppy, there may be tears or coffee stains. All it does is put light on the art writing is. I am the type of writer who will write on any paper or napkin in sight if all that’s available is my hand, I write on my hand. Anything I can find to let my words out. I’m the type of writer who feels the build up and calling from the words needing to be let out on paper. The writer who writes at my warm desk in my bedroom or sometimes against a tree of nature, maybe in my car between places. I write wherever I am, because I am a writer called to write.
