When Writing Isn't a Choice...

Let me start this humble blog post with an introduction. My name is Alexandria and my passion is and always has been written word. Whether it's reading, writing poetry, journaling or working on my latest novel, I have come to realize that the drive to write is not a conscious choice I have.

One of my earliest memories is sitting on my great grandmothers couch with a small glitter notebook, writing and illustrating my first ever story. If I recall correctly it was about a mermaid with short hair, which in my five year old mind must mean that she was ugly. I know, I know, there has been ALOT of unpacking since then.

My Granny helped me with the spelling, which has always been my kryptonite even as a child, and I happily read it to her on that cream, scratchy upholstery. To this day I do my best writing on that stiff old couch and I swear sometimes I can feel her looking over my shoulder as I work.

After twenty years of compulsive writing, my fingers itch to produce words. Every second of my day constits of thinking about elaborate worlds that don't exist and getting them down onto paper before they leave my busy rapid thoughts forever. For the longest time I thought it was a hobby that I casually dabbled in but upon further introspection and voicing these fellings, I have come to realize that it is a cry to be heard. To have the complex inner world of my brain understood and maybe quiet some of the constant noise.

It wasn't until I met other others that I learned that this is a common plight amongst many writers. The commpulsion keeps us going, and heals us in ways only artists can understand. If you have this drive, own it, let it take you on a journy to understand yourself through the world of words. Heres some places to start scratching the itch.

Journaling

My Junk Journal and Thought Book

The most simple way to quiet that lull of monolouge in that brain of yours is to pick up the prietiest peice of stationary you can fine and write down the deepest of most mundane of thoughs. Illustrate them, write world sideways, change your writing and add what ever you fingers lead you to do. Nobody else will understand it but none of that matters.

When I started journling I struggled because not a single one of my thoughts are linier. I often say that I have ten trains of thought running all at once in fourteen diffrent directions. Occasionaly they collide in both the best and worst ways possible. I find that my messy junk journal and thought notebook is the only thing that keeps me from loosing those thoughts completly. Without them I might explode with all of the words in my head.

Poetry

Poetry can have structure or be completly free. It can capture both the complex and simple. In a mind that wanders poetry can help bring it back around with rhythm and rhyme. The deepest of emotions can be expressed in controversial lyrics or symbolism and there is something satisfying when you find the perfect last line to end your rope of rambling.

Poetry is spur of the moment, written on the back of a napkin after you heard a song in a resteraunt that remided you of your mother (true story). It doesn't need prep work or frills, simple inspiration will do. You may even find the verse of your work bouncing through your head in a time of need.

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Her 

Her, with the dark chocolate eyes

They contain all the world's sucrose 

Please universe, may I be guided toward their intensity

Ever so gently lay my heart in the soft iris 

Permit the veins to close the cracks, 

So harshly split by those before She   

Turn the fragile glass into diamond

For I long to have the strength,

To transform Her burdens into free falling feathers

Novels

Crimson Sea Cover by Alexandria Roselynn

Most characters in my novels contain a part of me that I wish to reflect of spend thoughtful time with. For example in Crimson Sea, Captian Garnet embodies my anger and need to protect others even at the downfall of everyone's feelings. Her growth became my growth and writing such a long piece on that complex was therapeutic. It satisfied a need in my mind that had been neglected for a long time.

Novels take significant thought and planning but that retrospection in creating expansive worlds and people can enlighten and free a person from many mental burdens.

Overall if you are anything like me these outlets can save you. I know writing has saved me.

Bless your endeavors

Your obsessive writer friend,

Alexandria L. Roselynn