A welcome return it be to the writing genre I adore so, the one in which a self-study persona was my manual and guide. I neither looked upon any real manual or guide for that be my heart, my inspiration and my passion, to write how I wished, to experience lessons on my own and to gain what all writers wish for so much… love. The writing in question be a life column, designed in a manner by myself, knowing not I was at first how to conduct myself in this style of write yet with my poetry, cooking and photography in my every step forward I had already the desire and hunger inside of me to excel upon this new genre of writing. A plan was in the making yet merely I would go with the flow for say, design as I walk, explore as I stride, but the plan be to gain that experience and work hard every day until I knew of what unique style and tone to adopt.
My plan be as such to write a column based upon a creative person’s life, the childhood to the here and now, the passions, the experiences, how their life came to be, what aspects made this person the person they are today, where did they gain such creative guise, many things were dotted and drawn in the plan itself. Being I was already a poet I thus used that tone of musical rhyme I was so used upon to give my words that added emphasis and flow. I began the column by requesting a bio information from the person being wrote upon, whereby they would express their life in a shortened manner, a way to express a small yet detailed life graph. From this bio I would thus formulate questions gathered from their bio, I remember so much from the beginning of this new genre of writing how exciting it be, to not know of how to be this journalist I was becoming yet to walk down my own path and if mistakes came then I would learn, if successes equally arrived I would then wish to keep learning to become even more of the writer that I wished to see.
After the questions were answered by the person it was then time for myself to write the column, at first I was unsure of which way was best to do so, unsure equally in how best it was to express their life in a unique and defined way. It all arrived at the same time, the ideas flowing, the creative tones awakening, that I knew the column itself should have 3 parts, the first being a short introduction into that person’s life and what areas of creativity they were associated with. The 2nd part would in fact not be considered a part but more it would be the body, the full column write, from the beginning of the person’s life up to here and now, conveying all of the information given yet written and presented in my own unique and styled way. The final part would be a short summary of the body itself, a way to express all of that person’s life in a shortened manner, a way to finish off this column in style and grace.
For me to know that I had created something that be new to myself in the creativity I adore gave to me such self-pride and happiness, I felt throughout the journey I was taking one of complete self-control and learning as I go, not once did I trip or fall, not once did I worry what may be in store as I had already learned so much through my other formats of creativity. This genre I thus walked towards was always there waiting for me, I had already such a love meeting new people and experiencing their lives that it all fitted into place so well that life columns were my true guise in writing, poetry was my beating drum but this style and guise I was becoming was my true name in writing and much practice I still need to keep growing yet that be my dedication, my determination and my never-ending love of writing itself. I gained the very lessons I needed to become a writer, and a writer knows so well that to keep learning, to keep writing, to keep creating and to keep trying will always lead you to a world where one day your writing has grown in leaps and bounds and to look back at your path with that forever sense of pride and happiness. I leave you with a poem that I wrote about a love being set free, a love that be from myself to that one special girl.
My poem…
Am I loving right?, am I finding a life most bright?, am I cherishing these times in my sight?, all of the listed I agree, that the love, life and times of me, are ones so beautiful, because on every day I hear your call, yet far away from being honest, I can’t tell you how much I adore you it is like a test, an exam, to find out who truly I am, to find the courage to say, that you are in my thoughts throughout every day, at night time the feeling grows stronger, because I yearn for us to be together, little you may know, little you may have seen my affection on show, but I try to tell thee, that love is rushing from me, to you, yet I fear you do not know it is true, of how much I do adore, seeing your eyes more and more, hearing those sweet words you forever express, they are the route to my happiness, I will keep my affection running, I will keep my love growing, for they be waiting here, waiting until you come near, then out they will shine, they have a limitless time, no day will change how I feel, no night will change this moment because it is so real, the sensation I adorn, started it was when I was born, this love of life and the world we see, but now my love is all heading to thee, to stay in your world, soon I hope it will be my story to be told, that day I could love you, the day your eyes saw my love was so true…
