Behind the Pen

My word is as a sword bestowed upon a knight. For as long as I can remember, it’s been my notebooks, my (extensive) pen collection and I against the world. When my voice fails, my pen speaks. When conversation and comprehension evade me, I turn to composition pages and glean meaning between the lines. Perhaps I was born a storyteller, a weaver of realities, for I have always spent more time in my imagination than anywhere else. Even now, instead of simply telling you something about me, I can’t help but wax poetic. But that says it all, doesn’t it? The Writer is in me, not of me. I could simply tell you that I’m a poet, a screenwriter, an author— that I spend my time reading fantasy novels, traversing through green pastures, binge watching anime and of course, writing … alas, experiencing a moment of my artistry in between the ink and paper is far more tangible. After all, what are words but a way for us to touch hearts and souls?

Scripturally Yours,

Chris The Writer.

A woman with glasses and jewelry, including earrings and necklaces, taking a selfie outside in sunlight near a wall with decorative greenery.