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In case any of my friends or family members actually read this Blog, please consider all Names, Characters, Places and Incidents to be the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are entirely COINCIDENTAL...Muaaah!! Now, really, about me: I bring the crazy wherever I go, so I've been told...I make fun of myself more than anyone else ever could. I hate: the awkward silence in elevators, watches with no numbers, picky eaters, Cancer and legalism. I love: coffee, stalking Hugh Jackman, my Spanx, COMMENTS, sarcasm and writing: Middle Grade, NA, YA Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.

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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Emotional Writer - Insecure Writer's Support Group

It's the first Wednesday of the month which means it's time for the Insecure Writer's Support Group. If you'd like to join, or learn more about this amazing group of writers, check it out here: Alex J.Cavanaugh.

This month I've discovered something new about myself: I'm an emotional writer. When times get tough, some people turn to food, others to exercise, some to alcohol or drugs, but not me. Nope. I write.

The ironic thing about me being an emotional writer is, I have a big mouth. It's huge. Enormous. And it's always going. I'm forever making jokes and am extremely outgoing. I can strike up a conversation with just about anybody. My family and friends say that you can always hear me loooong before you ever see me enter a room. But when it comes to expressing my deepest, innermost thoughts and feelings out loud, I lack the words or the courage to voice them.

Many of you know that I struggle with poor health. Over the past few months I've been poked, prodded, probed and felt up in not so nice places. It's been tough, painful, downright excruciating and at times, humiliating.  While I am going through it, my outward personality can't help from breaking the awkward silences by cracking jokes and smiling and putting all the people around  me at ease. But when I come home, and I'm by myself, I find myself craving some alone time with my journal. Writing down and recording what I could never voice, helps fill up a void within me.

I'm wondering, how many of you are emotional writers too? Are you capable of  expressing yourself audibly? Do any of  you keep a journal? Does it make you feel better to write out your feelings, even if no one will ever read it? If you do have a journal or a diary, is it addressed to anyone in particular? My journal, is written expressly to God.  My words, a form of  prayer.

Every once and a while, I go back and revisit what I've written. When I see how far I've come and how much God has brought me me through, it's so comforting. Sometimes, when I read what I've recorded, my experiences are so stinking hilarious, I wind up laughing out loud. Other times, I break down and sob.  Either way, writing in my journal has provided me with a rich outlet to express myself, and I'm truly grateful for it.