Why I Love To Write

Why I Love To Write

An inside look at why I appreciate writing so much.
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You are running up the field at a million miles per hour, eyes focused on the target: the goal. It’s your freshman year of high school and you're in try-outs, but somehow, you were able to steal the ball from an upperclassmen. You are in control now, zipping down the field past every other player who is trying to get in your way, doing anything they can to distract you long enough to take the ball. But this is your moment, and as you near the goal, breathe in deeply before stopping for a single second. You line the goal up with the ball, the ball with your foot.

Right now, you are the only one on the field: Just you, the ball and the goal. And you're ready. Brushing the sweat from your brow, you back up, extending your left foot backwards into the air and swing. In the blink of an eye, your foot smacks the rubber before the ball goes soaring into the air. Watching in amazement, as the ball smashes into the backside of the net, you drop to your knees and smile, screaming triumphantly. You did it. You scored the goal and suddenly, you feel on top of the world, as if anything and everything will now be possible. That’s how I feel when I write: On top of the world, as if anything and everything is possible.

I started writing at a very young age and have always been drawn to it. Perhaps it is because of the feeling I get when I finally write a good introduction after struggling for a long time, like everything is finally falling into place after a long, strenuous battle. Or maybe it’s because when I write stories, I am in control and anything is possible.

Growing up with Cerebral Palsy, it seemed that I always had somewhere to be or something to do: A neurologist appointment here, physical therapy there, an occupational therapist appointment after that. I rarely felt I had control over what I was doing. When I wrote my stories, I had that control. I was the author; I controlled where the story was set, who the characters were, what the plot was going to be. I didn't have to worry about anyone forcing me into anything because the story was mine and as a kid, that meant a lot to me.

Now, as a young adult, I still feel the same way. No matter how hectic or busy my schedule gets, no matter how many things I have to do, I know that my stories will always be my own; even if my world seems to be controlled by everyone around me. Anything is possible when I write my stories. I can write a story about a strong, feminist protagonist, forgetting for a minute how shy I really am. I could write about a character going to the Olympics, forgetting for a second that my body will never allow me to reach the same level of athleticism.

I think that’s why I love writing so much: No character or plot line is bound the same way people in the real world are. Authors get to choose their characters faults and strengths, opportunities and abilities, unlike people in the real world. Nothing is bound by human inability in a story and for someone that is bound by those human inabilities, nothing is more freeing than writing about not being bound.

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26 Thoughts Every Farm Kid Has When Baling Hay

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Hay is an awesome agricultural product with lots of different uses. Getting the hay though? Not always so fun. Now, there are two different types of hay people in this world; round balers and sqaure balers. Round bales? Great for livestock and require a lot of machine work. Sqaure bales though? Easier to transport but are a little more old school and a require a little more hands on heavy lifting. And no matter how much you try to mentally prepare yourself, there was no quite a summer task for farm kids than baling hay. With hay season in full swing here in Central Ohio, here are just a few thought's we all had every year baling hay.

1. Okay, it's time to bale hay, no big deal, we do this every year.

2. This is so easy! Why do I normally complain?

3. Oh yeah, that was just mowing and racking, that's always the easy part.

4. Is that a rain cloud? Better not be a rain cloud, someone check the forecast.

5. What are the chances that I'll getta just drive the tractor this year?

6. Slim to none, got it.

7. Okay, that's fine, it's not that bad.

8. These bales aren't even that heavy, this is totally fine.

9. Just kidding they get heavy after a while.

10. Why is does it always have to be so hot when we do this? I'm actually dying.

11. Man I'm not in as good of shape as I thought I was.

12. Yes (Dad/Mom/Grandpa) I promise we're stacking them tight enough.

13. Maybe they could be a little tighter, readjust.

14. Oh hey dust and allergies, I don't need to see or breath or anything like that.

15. My arms ich.

16. Need. Water.

17. Are we done yet?

18. This field never seems that big til hay time.

19. Only ___ of laps to go, I'm totally fine.

20. Man, I just wanna take a cold shower and eat everything in the house.

21. I'm gonna sleep so good tonight.

22. If one more person tries to tell me how to do this I'm throwing them head first in the baler.

23. Need more water please, time out.

24. Alright, last wagon. I. Can. Do this.

25. Hallelujah, the end is in sight, God is good.

26. ...What do you mean we still have to unload everything into the loft? I quit.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Doubt

It is time to wage war on our emotions, yet to do so we must be ready for the unknown.
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What is it

Where does it come from

Why is it here

How is it so strong

When will it go away

Who even is it?


Questions on questions

They pile up higher and higher

But for what?


Is it only to be answered with another question

A question that can’t be answered,

Or can it?


Its name is doubt

Or is that even its name

I have become so unsure,

Because of its silly game.


Doubt makes us worry

Doubt makes us unwilling

Doubt makes us lost.


The very definition of doubt

Is a question

Or maybe it’s “to question.”


Doubt may be a hinder

Yet it does not cripple

For doubt can be overcome.


Our grass doesn’t have to be compared

No, not to the other side

See our grass can be watered

Watered right where we are.


It may take time,

But it will grow,

For it is proven.


We can’t question what is true

We can’t assume things we have yet to experience,

Yet we can grow what is right at our feet.


Sometimes we have to go with what we know,

And not with what we feel.


We have been given a mission

A purpose, if you recall,

Not to sit on the side

Yet to take the lead for all.


This is a stand we must make

One that will be hard to do

But hold on the promise

That we have all been there too.


For just as angst comes to prey

Doubt is by its side

But we know what’s to be done

We know how to fight

For we must only stand in the light.


Our grass will grow green

No matter how dead it seems

Don’t forget to add the water

Because that is all it needs.


You’ve got this,

Keep going,

You’re going to do great

I’m proud of you my friend

For this is not the end.

Cover Image Credit: Rex Pickar

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