I can’t recall all of its details but can’t forget that unexplainable feeling of losing myself in the movie screen of my mind . . . it still feels like it did the very first time.
From there I wrote for the sake of writing and did that for years. I forbade anyone’s eyes from reading my works, stifling my word’s desire to be heard by listening ears.
I didn’t write for an audience, instead I utilized its creative expression as an emotional release. Freeing my mind . . . . giving me peace.
After experiencing the freedom prescribed by my pen. I thought that I would never put it down again.
But I did. I put it down in high school to pick up a basketball. After all, by tenth grade I was already six feet tall.
And as much as I loved playing the game the comparison of excitement is at most thin, when it’s opposition is the ink in my pen.
So I began writing poems about any and everything. Writing mostly by request about whatever subject anyone could bring.
And as exhilarating as it is to transfer to paper the ideas residing in my mind, when I moved from Tennessee to Georgia I put down my pen a second time.
To engage in a scavenger hunt for a different dream, pursuing a career in law, yet another thing, that I realized distracted me from the genuine dream that started at nine. Discovering that although I put down my pen, it’s ink never dried.
Books, poems, spoken word, characters and scenes, letting my pen live it’s dream.
Ready to write about anything at anytime,
Allowing my pen to interpret the ink existing in my mind.
Tanya Harris is the author of Supposedly Broken which is in stores May 2014. Pre-Order your copy here http://amzn.to/1diRr8w