The undercover Writer

Top-Secret

I sometimes feel like I have a secret identity. ‘The undercover writer’

During work hours I sit in the office and dutiful work for my paycheck.

But in the quiet moments, maybe during a rainy lunch break or while on an extended tea break, I write.

While I type, the grey walls disappear and the harsh florescent lighting fades and I can create my own world. Even if it is only for a few minutes.

In amongst my office paperwork, I keep notepads with scribbled stories and sticky notes of ideas.

Everyone should take the time out of each day to do something they enjoy, even if it isn’t particularly constructive. Five minutes reading my favourite book is better than five hours typing spreadsheets in my opinion.

Everyone should have another identity other than their job, even if it doesn’t pay the bills.

The Urge to Write

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Sometimes the urge to write is so strong I feel distracted and unfocused until I write something down…

It doesn’t have to be profound, or even any good, but I always feel calmer once I have written down any tangled thoughts. Worries or anxieties that are pacing around in my head seem much more harmless on paper. I can look at them with perspective and dismiss them much more easily.

Writing is sometimes an itch that I need to scratch. My house is full of notebooks filled with half formed sentences, unfinished stories and illegible scribbles. Each notebook is a snapshot of a certain point in my life. From faithfully updated teenage diaries to books filled in from my student years, the notebooks cover huge chapters of my life.

Those scraps of writing don’t mean anything to anyone else, not even to me when I read them back. But those words were worth enough at one point for me to want to write them down. Hopefully I will continue to collect my notebooks, until one day I might even take the time to re-read my past.