AuburnChick's Adventures

When I write, funny things happen.

Depending on the topic, I may laugh.

I’ve usually got funny tales that seem to silly too be true (but really are because I am AuburnChick, a gal who has no luck whatsoever).

Sometimes, I may get on my high horse and express anger.

Just think back to the posts I’ve written about Not-A-Lady-Gag-Gag and the way Hollywood ruins perfectly good movies.

More often than not, when I write, I cry.

I never used to be sappy, but as I get older, I find myself growing softer in some ways.

Oh sure, my heart is still stubborn in others, and some of my hurts have led me to put up impenetrable walls.

BUT, still, I cry.

Writing is so cathartic.

It’s a release.

For me, writing is an expression of the whispered conversations that exist only in my heart…

To be made public to any and all who are interested enough to read.

I am not a great orator, I’ll admit, although I fancy myself funny.

I lose focus when I speak, though.

I have so many thoughts running around in my head…competing for a chance to make their grand appearance outside of my mouth.

It can be embarrassing.

Writing keeps me focused.

Sure, you may be thinking that I ramble, but my rambling is always with a purpose.

It’s a focused rambling, if such a thing actually exists.

When I write, my fingers become the instruments through which my soul sings its happy, sad, and reflective songs.

It is when I reflect that I cry…happy, sad, and overwhelmed tears.

All of these things happen…

When I write.

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