March 13, 2011

To write.

For me... writing is something that I have always done. I have kept a journal since the age of nine- and sure, it was mostly scribbles and hearts around boys names, but with age I have developed a love for keeping a journal, diary, art book, whatever you want to call it.
I always advise to my friends to keep journals. I swear by them. They can be the best open ear, non-judgmental shoulder to cry on and have been throughout my life. I think I would be lost without it.
With time I found myself not only writing in my journal, but also creating. I started collecting little bit and pieces along the way and adding them to the blank pages of whatever journal I was keeping.
There is something about being able to sit down wherever I am and write one-word-ers or six pages, glue, paint, scribble... it gives me a taste of satisfaction.
so here, out at Piha NZ, I sat last Saturday, March 12th, and wrote.