It’s been said many times, in many ways, but writing things down is often the best therapy.
There are various benefits to being a writer. Besides the obvious, such as using those skills as a means of escape, or creating new worlds, for me it is a time when I can be myself without judgement or consequence. It is a gift that I value – a part of who I am.
Like a drug, I get jittery without it. I often need to write something, even if it’s a note or a quick post on my blog.
I also write to vent, or to expel my emotions when there is no other outlet except maybe a large sound-proofed room. Today was one of those days.
I lost my grandfather, a dominant figure in my life and someone I greatly admire. At the centre of my grief was an overriding desire to write an ending that I could connect with. To say goodbye in a way that was right for me; in a nutshell, to honour him with words. That’s exactly what I did.
For those who are interested I have posted a tribute on fanstory. You will find a link on the left-hand side.
Thanks, as always, for reading.
Until next time