Who Am I?

 

The thought of writing an introductory post makes me squirm, to say the least; it feels like making eye contact, which is something I invariably struggle with.

Still, there is a person behind the poetry.

I have recently embraced writing again after a lengthy period wherein I barely wrote my name, never mind anything else. I’m a mother to four children so really, having time to write isn’t an easily afforded luxury. The problem is this: the longer I go without writing, the more I need to write. Eventually, my head erupts with the pressure of a million words desperate to be written – and if I can discipline myself, I give them release. This has been a lifelong cycle and it will remain so.

What I have never really done is offered my writing up for consumption by other people. That’s a whole new challenge and really, it’s why I’m here.

It is terrifying.

But, some things just need to happen. At 33, I think I’m finally beginning to realise that writing is who I am.