Why I Wrote… Why I Still Do
by Davidson King
I wrote Snow Falling because I dreamed I could. I was told I couldn’t, I was told I wasn’t smart enough, educated enough, I wasn’t capable. So, I wrote it. When I finished and published it, it felt like I was slapping down all the negative people who told me I couldn’t.
Then something happened. I realized I could do it. I was good enough. I had more to say. So, Hug It Out came to be. I loved introducing people to the characters in my head. When that released I held my breath. Was I fooling myself? I wasn’t. People actually liked reading my words. I admit to crying several times out of pure joy and relief. I felt like Sally Field saying, “You like me, you really like me.”
AND THEN something more happened. It became a need. I HAD to write. I had to tell the world about my universe. My characters started screaming, “ME. DO ME NEXT. MY TURN.” When I don’t write it feels like a pressure in my veins. When my fingers move over the keyboard it relieves it.
Writing was a dream I achieved and now I need it. Sometimes I sit and think, “How was I literally living half a life all this time?” At 38 almost 39 I am fulfilling my dream. I am all lit up and living it.
That is why I will write until the voices silence.