The journey of a writer is never complete. tihis is about that journey -so far.

There is no thought within me that can’t climb right out and onto the pages of my writings. I can show anyone, including myself, my imagination and express my emotions in a way that is either comforting or disturbing. Writing gives my life more facets to the life I live. Brilliance and stupidity can co-exist side-by-side in my writings. That’s versatility.

Writing gives me windows into the angers and joys that all feel, but most never find such a satisfying, constructive outlet for expression or sometimes even a vehicle for introspection. I know what I think because I write it down. Others know what I think because I write it down. I write, I think and I think about what I write naturally.

The freedom writing presents to me is exciting and the responsibility is awesome. Words magically and, usually coherently, transport me and shape my world. I grasp a concept and build colors and textures around this theme through my words. Sweet personal power is created. I use words to create uniquely what wasn’t there. The pride in my creation is stimulating and empowering. These writings give me a baseline for my living, a meaning to my growth and stimulus for personal change. I am a truly better person because of my writing. I live in the real world, but I thrive enthusiastically inside my writings.

I change words and they shape me. I can find a hundred different words to express a thought, but I chose the particular word which I, and simply I, consider best. Oh, I love this power of expression. There are no rules I cannot change or follow at my will.

My writings are a most personal part of me. I cherish everything I write and find it frustrating to create something that falls short of my personal satisfaction, but I do just that occasionally. I must live with that shame and always aspire to better efforts. I cannot fail as long as I’m writing.

I am a self, better understood within my writings. Words and their expression are found deep within me. I am both driven and drawn to write. I miss words as if they were a wonderful lover whose capability of raising my passions knows no limits. Words are with me every nano-second and I am proudly obsessed with wrenching every meaning of every syllable into the realm of my writing. I admit to twisting words to my will, but sometimes words twist my writings to their will. I sometimes learn and listen as the words teach me.

Once my thought is on paper, I step back and absorb, evaluate and wonder. Are my words under control or do my inspiration and perspiration, control me, creating something of a different order? The process is so mysterious and so wonderful that I could not live now without the freedom of these expressions. The words are within me and, therefore, mine to use as I will.

I am a writer for the sheer joy it brings me and with the colors and textures it gives my daily life. I, without regrets or true explanations, am a writer. I am…...st.clair miller.