Why Do I Write?
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates /Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
Don't ask me 'why?' I write ... or write what I do. Why? I couldn't tell you if I tried ... it would be like looking at the ocean and asking, 'where did you begin?'
So, when you read some of my poems, stories ... know that I don't live like or am like I always write about ... maybe I do and I don't know it smile emoticon Don't ask me 'why?' I couldn't tell myself ... when I asked 'me'...
I can only say I write because I have no choice ... it's like drawing, doodling ... it's a part of me ... whether anyone likes or not likes it. I hope everyone likes it ... but ... it's okay if they don't ... I'm still going to write. I'm like the river ... I'm going to flow ... regardless. If a dam gets in my way ... I will do my best to knock it out of my path.
I write for the pure love of writing ... feeling the words flow from my fingertips ... it's like running my fingers through silky material ... oh my! how wonderful that feels! I caress my words, put them up to my face to feel the texture ... I can smell them when I write about grass, ocean, so on.
I can see the colors as I write ... I can get lost in my own world. Sometimes ... when Skip sees me writing and I don't know he's there ... I'll look up to see him smiling, and he'll say, "my Baby Girl loves to write".
Sometimes ... like when painting, drawing ... when it's time to come out of my world ... special place ... I find it hard to. It's like coming out of a cave into the sunlight ... I rub my eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. I want to go back but, have to wait until I'm inspired once again.
If I didn't have my whole world ... my whole world being Skip and our two Pups, Kissy and Camie Precious Camo ... no one would ever hear a peep out of me ... they would find me in my own world ... living there until I died.
My Whole World in a Photo ... My Husband Skip ... and Pups, Kissy and Camie.
Just give me a keyboard ... pencils, paints and markers full of ink, colors and plenty of 'white' to write or draw on and windows to look out ... soft music playing ... my imagination will do the rest. I haven't even begun to write what's inside me. I have just described 'me' in a paragraph smile emoticon My whole world comes first ... this is second to all I love in this big, old world.
Photos of ... my whole world: Skip and our two Pups ... and myself