All Hail The Writer

All Hail The Writer

The pen isn't just mightier than the sword, it's in a league of its own.


Here's the thing about writing: sometimes it comes easy, and sometimes it's gruesome. Sometimes your blood pumps to the beat of your tapping fingers and sometimes it takes an effort to type words because you know how horrible they sound.

So yeah, writing can be easy, but even if you have a story, writing is always, inevitably, gruesome in some way.

And here's why...

Even if the words are flowing through you, reading them a second time almost always makes you cringe. Stories and words usually sound better in our heads, so a writer's biggest challenge is keeping people on track with what we're thinking and not writing pointless words. Secondly, sometimes you can write fine, but your hear isn't in it. You know where to put in cunning alliteration and witty humor, and even though others enjoy it, it just feels bland to you.

But I think the worst part of being a writer, is the fear that your words and your story won't affect somebody.

At least for me, books and stories have been my safe space and an unbiased place from which to view the world. I can take my time with books, re-read lines and read between the lines. It has helped me develop who I am and what I want because they are always patient. Books were always my favorite place to go and they have never let me down. So something that scares me, 100% of the time, is the fact that not everyone will like what I write. Not everyone will relate to my words the way I do. And that's terrifying because I write to move people, to change people. I think it's hard sometimes to write and to blog because you're pushed to make lists and address holidays. That's expected of you. And sometimes, that can be fun. But sometimes every writer has to sit down and release the jumble of emotions and stories she has absorbed in a day to cope with her life. Poetry and prose aim to make sense of our world.

So yes, it's hard being a writer, always, and continuously because you are writing, begging the world to respond. Yet most of the time, the world remains silent, carrying on.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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The Path Ahead Of Me

Create your own path to find yourself and the life you wish to live.


"Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the Earth." Sam Gribley had an outlook on life that many people fail to see.

We often get stuck in the movements and routines of our day. We forget to live a little and enjoy our time here on our precious Earth. Lately, I myself have fallen into these motions and felt like a puppet in my own life. The simplest of solutions have lifted my spirits and have started to bring me back to my previous ways. Although Sam is a fictional character, he has a lot of truth behind his words. Each day the sun will rise, so no matter how hard yesterday was tomorrow is always a fresh start.

A few changes I have realized in myself are I have been making less negative comments and I have felt more confident. With the negativity changing in myself, I have also tried to make others more positive when they are down. I have had more confidence in my own abilities as a student and with the way, I look each day. Putting my own self down wouldn't get me anywhere in life.

While reading "My Side of the Mountain" by Jean Craighead George, I felt inspired to take on more challenges in life and have higher standards. The life I live will be filled with positive people, good memories, and I will strive each day toward my goals. Each of us has our own mountain to conquer and I take mine day by day with my head high and towards the sun.

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