I used to write poetry, almost obsessively. It helped me deal with emotions in an almost cathartic way. Most of my writing was spurred by English classes in high school, thanks to an inspirational teacher. The subject matter was driven by some extremely difficult times in my life, most coming from the deterioration of my parent’s marriage, as well as my general lack of self-confidence in social situations, especially with regards to girls.
A long time has passed since I’ve written poems regularly. Almost 7 years if I remember correctly. I’ve associated poetry with a very difficult time in my life, something that doesn’t exactly bring back happy memories. But even amongst the heartbreak and sadness, these words on a page allowed me to purge the anger and disappoint I felt. The creative process has always provided a satisfying feeling for me.
After finding much joy in writing comedy sketches for my radio show, and helping to create the magic of these pieces, I have been left with a void of creativity ever since Tea & Biscuits ended. I’ve tried to fill that void with taking up writing, but I’ve stopped and started a few times along the way. I can’t seem to break the associations made in my mind with writing and my emotional states. Indeed, it seemed to me that I did my best work, whether it was poetry, short stories or research essays, when I was feeling low. But I have to remember, it does not have to work the opposite way. That is, writing does not have to make me feel sad. Correlations don’t always suggest causation.
So in an attempt to rekindle my love for writing, I’m going to try to write a poem. Start off slow. And perhaps try a short story. I do miss the feeling one gets via the creative process, and I do want to recapture it. Perhaps this blog is a start. I sincerely hope so.
