Why I write

Why I write

Why do I write? That’s a very good question. I don’t proclaim, like other writers, to have stories swimming in my head, bursting to get out. I have maybe six ideas. Maybe. Does lack of ideas mean I am not a writer? Does wanting to be a writer count for anything?

Why do I Write?  Writing is the only way I feel comfortable communicating with the world. I express myself better through written words. It gives me a chance to review, revise, or even resist.

Why DO I write? Do I really want to share my intimate thoughts with strangers, or even worse, my familiars?  That’s scary. Writing means exposure. Do I really want that?

Maybe I write so I can examine the demons that prevent me from reaching my full potential. A form of therapy, so to speak.

Maybe I to write because I am tired of the world I live in. Who wouldn’t want to skip town in a literary sense.

If I were a real writer, I would write mysteries. Stories of intrigue, capturing the imagination of the reader. I would write a story they could not put down because they are compelled to keep reading until the very end. A story so good that as the reader approached those last few pages, they would be torn between finding out what really happened and having the story end.

If I could be any writer, I would be J.K. Rowling. I want her talent and her imagination. I want to sit in a coffee shop and write in the wee hours of the morning, to create a world that that is so totally real that we sometime wonder if there really are wizards among us.

I digress.

Why do I write? For all the wrong reasons: I want to be read, I want to be liked, I want to be great. I want fame and fortune and everything that goes with it.

Why do I write? No reason, I just like it. I like creating something new, to be God-like. To bring beauty to the page; to touch the life of the reader in a new and intimate ways. I like the flow of words, the magic of putting together nouns and verbs, adjective and adverbs, stringing them together in such a way that it takes the reader to places they have never traveled.

Why do I write? Because I can. Because I still have the mental faculties to put words to paper. There will come a day when that gift is taken from me, so for now, I write. And I will keep writing until the I can write no more.

Why do I write? It is who I am, who I want to be.   

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The Invitation

The Invitation


The invitation to the Brockman twin’s bridal show arrived in a pretty, pink envelope with tiny butterflies stamped in the bottom right corner. Silva did not find it strange that Amber and Amy decided to share a bridal shower on the same day. After all, the twins did everything together. They were like two peas in a pod, enshrined in an invisible bubble that kept everyone out. Still, Silva had known them both her entire life and this shower would surely be one that no one ever forgot. Read more

Old Enemy

Old Enemy

Standing next to the faded yellow tax, a Lucky Stripe cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, Yanno Koykis pulls his frayed jacket closer to his chest as the bitter cold February winds press against him. The downtown crowd was much smaller than usual. Too cold to go out for lunch, he thought to himself. “Today won’t bring much change to my pocket”. Yanno sighs, and waits for his first fare of the day.

As he blankly stares down the nearly deserted street, Yanno notices a young woman briskly walking in his direction. Whether she was in a hurry or just cold, Yanno didn’t care. He hopes his luck is about to change.

“I need a taxi”, the petite woman asks. “Are you available?” Read more

Why I Blog

Why I Blog

I have two passions in life: genealogy and writing. A year ago, I created Descended from Royalty as a genealogical-themed blog so I could write about the thing I loved. For most of my life, family history research has been a solitary activity. Not to say I did not collaborate with newly found cousins, or that I did not share what I found with family members. Their passion for my discoveries, however, was either short-lived as they move on to their own ancestral interests, or feigned to make me feel better. I thought blogging would connect me with other people who love genealogy as much as I do. Mainly, I wanted to create a place where my passion could thrive.

Those who are not into genealogy do not understand what all the noise is about. Why, they ask, should I get excited about people who lived hundreds of years before me? They see no relevance in knowing about their ancestors. They definitely do not see the fun.

For me, genealogy research is like a weaving a tapestry. Throughout all of time, there are tiny threads of family history, scattered here and there, and meaningless as a single thread. The fact that my ancestor Martin Key lived in Albemarle County, Virginia in the late 1700’s means very little until I weave in other threads of information. Then a picture begins to appear: Read more