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  • Gayle Certeza

the writing life



I write because I love the white, blank page. I write because I am terrified of the white, blank page.


I write to make sense of my life. I write to accept the senselessness of life.


I write because I like to remember. I write to bury what I want to forget.


I write because it makes me happy. I write because it frustrates me.

I write because I am good at it. I write knowing I am no good at it.


I write about the world around me. I write about the world inside me.


I write my uncertainties. I write my truths.


I write for fun. I write because I have to.


I write for myself. I write for the unknown young woman in the future who will stumble upon my work.


I write for a living. I write because if I don’t, something in me will die.


I write out of exhilaration. I write out of despair.


I write because I am lazy. I write because I am driven.


I write because it is my destiny. I write because I am avoiding life.


I write to be funny. I write out my sadnesses.


I write to remember. I write to be remembered.

I write because I am addicted to the highs. I write to tunnel out of my lows.


I write because like eating, it is crucial to my life.

I write because like shitting, it is essential to my life

I write because like breathing, I can’t live long without it.



I write because I have chosen to write. And it has chosen me.


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fdzsub
Oct 08, 2022

Amen to all that, Gayle! - Cisca

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