Let me tell you a story.
I am a writer type. But I didn't always know this about myself. Despite the fact that my childhood days were spent in rich imaginary worlds created from my interior mind, I was writing chapbooks of poetry by sixth grade, over the years I've amassed dozens of journals and notebooks filled with random musings, plus all my email accounts have draft folders filled with writing ideas and lightning snippets that come over me and demand to be written into existence, there is literally no other "work" that both exhausts and rejuvenates me simultaneously, and my go-to, survival coping mechanism during the most difficult days of my life was simply just TO WRITE...still....I denied this fact.
I come from a family of writers which both masked the value of writing for me (it was just always a truth so I took it for granted) and led me to reject it (I wanted to go my own way, do my own thing.) Plus, writing is not exactly glamorous. It's rife with rejection, doubt, and frustration. It's hard to explain to others. It requires massive amounts of time staring out a window which doesn't look like productivity to anyone else. It's wadding up pages and screaming at typewriters and breaking pencils. It's the feeling of holding a masterpiece and then throwing it in the trash.
To live this way is madness, to defend it to others is more torture.
But you know what? I've finally figured out, it's who I am. And that is something I cannot get away from if I try. Isn't that the question we are all trying to determine and live up to - who am I?
I believe we all ask this question and that we all have the answer. I hope what I can share from my journey will help you find yours.
-Bonnie
I am a writer type. But I didn't always know this about myself. Despite the fact that my childhood days were spent in rich imaginary worlds created from my interior mind, I was writing chapbooks of poetry by sixth grade, over the years I've amassed dozens of journals and notebooks filled with random musings, plus all my email accounts have draft folders filled with writing ideas and lightning snippets that come over me and demand to be written into existence, there is literally no other "work" that both exhausts and rejuvenates me simultaneously, and my go-to, survival coping mechanism during the most difficult days of my life was simply just TO WRITE...still....I denied this fact.
I come from a family of writers which both masked the value of writing for me (it was just always a truth so I took it for granted) and led me to reject it (I wanted to go my own way, do my own thing.) Plus, writing is not exactly glamorous. It's rife with rejection, doubt, and frustration. It's hard to explain to others. It requires massive amounts of time staring out a window which doesn't look like productivity to anyone else. It's wadding up pages and screaming at typewriters and breaking pencils. It's the feeling of holding a masterpiece and then throwing it in the trash.
To live this way is madness, to defend it to others is more torture.
But you know what? I've finally figured out, it's who I am. And that is something I cannot get away from if I try. Isn't that the question we are all trying to determine and live up to - who am I?
I believe we all ask this question and that we all have the answer. I hope what I can share from my journey will help you find yours.
-Bonnie
Words are powerful. Choose your author wisely.
WriterType was founded in January 2017 by Bonnie McClure. Her writing career began at a very young age issuing weekly newsletters to her four person family. She married all her greatest passions when she WENT WEST at the University of West Georgia in Carrollton, Georgia, studying psychology and studio art, both lending an essential perspective to her writing. For many years, she worked for a small, non-profit Montessori School and during her time there developed a healthy respect for the resiliency it takes to run a small business as well as learning the value of process and growth, through the eyes of young children.
