I have at least a pen or a pencil and a bit of paper in every room. True writers are writing all the time and since God “loosed” me to this world (that has been largely a silent companion all my life compared to how prolifically it lives in me now) I’m one of those writers.
I wonder, do painters keep brushes, paint, and canvas in every room? Just asking. It certainly doesn’t make them any less passionate if they don’t. In truth, they’re probably less “anal” than writers. I can say that because I am one!
I’ve always had pencil (pen) and paper around me. That’s how I’ve always been. It makes me feel better to know that I can escape to my thoughts at a whim and record them permanently if I want. It just does. Always has.
Writing is a part of me and I just think better when I’m doing it. I can write things that I can’t as easily speak. Isn’t that ridiculous? Actually, it isn’t – it’s a matter of comfort and safety zoning with me and writing seems to be more comforting and, truthfully, easier to hide than speech. Though words can fail at times, I trust them anyway. We’re friends. Go figure.
Once words are “out there”, though, they’re out there – even if it’s only God Who hears. And our words are powerful. We can crumple up what we write, or burn it, or shred it into a million pieces, but after we write it we feel better, even though it’s gone. (Now these kinds of thoughts are truly what a diary is for, folks!)
Written words are never gone, really (honestly), just tangibly; and that’s more than you can say for “spoken” words. Words spoken – especially unkind words – leave a tangible mark on the emotions of the speaker and the hearer, don’t they? The spoken word goes on forever – just ask God – and we are created in His Image and given His authority over creation in Christ, so…
Hey, if I were talking right now, my mouth would be dry but, because I’m writing, it isn’t!
Have a wonderful day…