Me Myself & My Pen: Who I am as a Writer?

Me Myself & My Pen: Who I am as a Writer?: "As I ponder thinking about writing it gets my mind chased up wondering how i can put my ideas, my words, my thoughts all in a sheet of paper..."

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I remember that first time I saw. I remember thinking what do I do? Do i smile? Yes i smiled and i got a smile in return. The eyes were a glossy medium shade of brown. I immediately feel in love with the eyes, it seem to hide truths, secrets, and even logic from me. The eyebrows were black, arched up in a rainbow formation. The forehead was covered by the long black hair that curled out towards all directions. The lips were a perfect symmetric by both sides, it had a pinkish red color that reminded me of the rising sun that awoke me. I inhaled and felt the natural warmth sweet smell fill my nose. I looked and we simultaneously knew that everything was perfect. I put the mirror down and i knew I feel in Love with Me, Myself, and I.

Such Times When...

In my last few years of experimenting with different nature activities, camping has captured me the most by far. I have alternated different things such as rock climbing, cliff diving, rowing, hiking, and camping. My first time camping was when i was ten.
I was frightened by the fact that i was going to be sleeping outside with strangers even tho i (reluctantly) agreed to go. The travel to the camp site was a couple hours away but i distinctly remembered praying that something might happen so that i may be with my mom and not go to this ridiculous camp. During my two week stay at the camp i immediately feel in love with it. The camp counselors, the campfires, the traditions, and the food. The routine was quite simple: Wake up make breakfast, learn nature skills, explore, make dinner, and sleep. The two weeks of camping opened the beginning of a different chapter in my life.
It was many years after that i signed up for the Student Conservation Association. The summer with SCA ('09) was excellent! My summer was spent digging water logs to be replaced with new, build/repair trails, and Camp.
On the last week we spent it in Virginia camping. It was during that time that i found out what i loved to do.
I love to spend my evenings staring at the sun set before my eyes.
I love to wake up and not knowing who I'm going to meet.
I love to be able to wake up and go to the beach with my friends.
I love the summer.
I love Camping.
Such Times when i thought i was dreaming I wasn't. I know that i can look forward to many summer ahead of me - Such Times when...

Me Myself & My Pen: Who I am as a Writer?

Me Myself & My Pen: Who I am as a Writer?

Who I am as a Writer?

As I ponder thinking about writing it gets my mind chased up wondering how i can put my ideas, my words, my thoughts all in a sheet of paper. Do I consider myself a writer by the number of pages I write or by number of stories I've wrote? I know me more than anyone else thus I do not think i am a writer, I know.

I am a writer. I am a musician. As a musician i know and understand the tempo of my song. Evaluating every note attaching the cords to form a smooth melody by which only the musician understands and knows how the song identifies itself; a harmony.
I am a writer. I am a architect. My ability to structure the words and to organize are endless. To meticulously place my ideas is a form of fulfilment of myself unfolding itself showing you the layout.
I am a writer. I am a pilot. I navigate my wings toward the horizon knowing only what lies ahead and leaving the world behind. I know my mission and i know i will succeed. Listeining to my superior is my weakness but listing to my heart isn't! So let me fly away, circle my feelings, judge my senses, suggest my solutions, reason my purposes to reach my thoughts were i may dwell within them because after all I steer Me Myself & My Pen.