While growing up, I was the little girl who constantly had a notebook, journal, and diary. English was my favorite subject all the way through school. I was also the spelling guru who participated in spelling bees. I never won, but had a blast with being involved in them. Writing has been a passion of mine since I began to write the alphabet.
To this day, I’m still a grammar nut and love to write at any given chance I have. I still carry a notebook in my purse or in my car. When my mind wanders, I write down anything and everything. Lists are my favorite to write, but I’ve pushed myself more to start a regular writing routine.
Why do I love to write?
Well, I can’t draw. My drawings compare to my five-year old, and his artwork is better than mine. I love to be creative and writing is my outlet. My husband thought I was crazy for geeking over a writing prompt book on Amazon, shortly after we married. He now supports my writing.
I also write because I’m one who struggles to let my feelings out in a deep conversation. Since I was abused mentally as a child, I found it difficult to share my feelings to people who I care about. I’ve come a long way from there, but still find myself struggling to be more open.
I find it easier to write about my feelings than to speak about them. Whether it’s in a story or journal entry, writing my feelings away is mental clarity. Once I close that notebook, at the end of an entry, I feel free of what was bothering me.
Who inspires me to write?
You would think I would say the kids, but that’s not the case. The original inspiration comes from my grandmother. She kept tons of journals and daily planners around her house. Her daily planners talked about the weather, who visited her house that day, or anything that she did that was noteworthy. It was fun to read those “old” journals when we visited her house.
My grandmother passed away in 2013 to cancer. As we went through her home to gather mementos for her funeral, I took it upon myself to take some of her journals as a memory keepsake. When the days are tough, I flip through them to try and find something funny to push through the day. She helped me keep a tradition flowing for my kids to read and reminisce on, someday.
My inspiration doesn’t stop there. I was a sophomore in college and took W-132 as a required English course. During our second English paper peer editing hour, Professor Mike pulled me aside to speak with me. He asked me if I was a major or minor in English. I told him that I was going for Business Administration. He recommended I look into minoring because my papers were flawless and the best he had seen in his years of teaching. I finished the semester with an A in his class.
In both Professor Mike and my grandmothers’ honors, I push myself to write as much as I can. I hope to have a book published this year and will continue to write for The Collective and my blog, BoyMom Blessed. I’ve become the best writer I can be because of their positive words and vibes.
Because of my writing, I’ve motivated my son to write, too. He’s eight years old and has his own journals. He begs me to find writing prompts for him. I support it as it helps me with my writing routine. I will continue to inspire him as much as my elders have inspired me.