There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou
I was a quiet kid. I felt like I couldn’t get what I was really thinking and feeling out of my mouth. School was scary but I wanted to be there. I was sensitive. I was quiet. But I wanted to see what was going on in the world. I was a nosey kid which hasn’t really changed. On the plus side, all my nosiness gave me lots of great story ideas so it worked out. Makes me laugh to write that. Maybe this whole time I’ve just been preparing myself to write stories. Anyway, to return to the point, as a quiet scared kid with a lot to say but no courage to say it, I know how it feels to bear a story inside me. It doesn’t feel good. Even years later. It feels like unfinished work. It feels like ghosts. It feels like one more thing to do before I die. That doesn’t sound like a peaceful transition to me. In all honesty, writing doesn’t always feel good either but I’d rather write something that’s uncomfortable for a moment, than drag an untold story to my death bed.
Free yourself, write the words.
Jayne.press 