For a long while, after waking from my coma, I thought that creative writing, was relegated to fiction only.
Therefore, in my mind previously, I considered fiction to be the only type of writing, that was an art form. I didn’t validate that the way a writer puts words together, (composing sentence structure) creates art.
Such a fool, Olivia! (Or, perhaps I’m just someone who’s mind was shaken, banged and bruised, severely.)
I was robbing myself of the respect that my craft deserves.
Can you fathom, why I was simultaneously clinically depressed!? Jeez – a lack of purpose, perhaps? No wonder I felt: what’s the point of all this struggle!?
And then, I remembered that I adore identifying & highlighting, the ways in which beauty & practicality coincide. I’m then enabled to appreciate & articulate them both, simultaneously.
And that is the type of writing that I find captivating to read & incredibly motivating to create.
Why?
I love art & I am an artist.