joy of writing

by walterdoege

writing is joy…writing is joyful…writing is also a hard work…a fine labor…I feel writing as a form to express what I am reading: living…life…nature…human condition…the world…writing is a record of this reading task…reading myself, my motions, my emotions, my sentiment, my woes, my will to talk with people…the needness for write is some misterious one, as the need to read…writing and reading are two wings that I get to fly over the end of the certainities, continuities, forgettings…I feel also as a struggle against non sense…against pain…against some kind of silence, the silence of absence, the silence of blanck, of emptness, of direction while on the road…I feel writing as a way to share, a way to stay in touch with people…joy of writing…joy of reading…joy of blogging…blogging is the unique contemporary digital tool I really noticed that make my life a better life, because I can write and publish instantly the joy I feel, the thinking I do…the things I make…and in this way, with this tool, as is in my experience, I feel a good sentiment when people around the world get in touch with my writing, and my writing is myself…be a writer is some attending to a vocation…be a writer is share the human experience…blogging is a joyful way to stay in touch with lovely people, people that i love so much…people that with their blogging also share some good ones…be a writer two decades ago was different…somehow more difficult…somehow more romantic…but I am a romantic person, and writing is the wing that with reading, the other wing, seems like a craft that I can stand and keep on the road…spelling with love…placing love in the first place of my main themes of writing…I read the world I can watch…I write the world I deeply wish