Evolution of the Writer

One of the things that struck me most about writing is how it changed me.  I have been writing for just over a year and initially I believed that writing or being a writer was something I did instead I have discovered that it is something I became.  What was at first, just a tool for expression soon evolved into an inseparable part of me.
I recently took part in NaPoWriMo, the National Poetry Writing Month and I am stunned at the outcome.  I’m not a poet.  I write fiction but my fellow scrawlers encouraged me to give it a go so I did.  Poetry has this way of demanding we ditch the crap and get real.  Poetry settles for nothing less than our purest voice, freed from pretension, protection and presentation.  Poetry needs to be spoken from the soul and for anyone who hasn’t experience the denuding of such language the results are both exquisite and brutal.
As I delve deeper into the world of writing I find myself in a state of perpetual transmutation.  Each evolutionary stage brings me closer to who I was meant to be, who I am beneath the bullshit and bravado I don everyday.