It wasn’t always like this, not when I first started writing.
I’d hem and haw and clear my throat. The word, “writer” stuck in my throat. It wasn’t like I had destined to be a writer from a young age. It is something that I became to help me sort out life, to find my voice, and eventually, to give voice to others.
For the most part, I am an observer or life. Yes, I participate in life, too, but if you’d ask me whether, when with a group of people, whether I would rather talk, or listen, I’d say I’d rather listen and observe.
Not everything is learned from listening, either. Observation plays a key role. What are the surroundings, the temperature, the emotional atmosphere of a place? Of a person? those are things I am intrigued by.
I have been written a bit over twenty years now. I write like I breath. Writing makes me think, have opinions, understand and connect. One of the biggest goals and joys that I have as a writer, are helping people realize that they are not alone. We all have strange thoughts, experiences, make poor decisions and stumble. But when we share these things with others, we tend to laugh and console and form a community. And that is why I write.
Writing can be very isolating unless you write for community. “My South Carolina Life” has become just that.
I welcome you to read, comment and enjoy. We all pride ourselves in being kind, respectful and understanding with our comments. Life is hard enough. We don’t need to make people feel less than. Uplift, relate and unwind.
Thank you for reading.
Copyright 2016 Susan Hipkins DeBow. All Rights Reserved.