Vagdevi Meunier
Austin, Texas, United States Email: publish@drvagdevi.com Yahoo: v_v_m
The first time I knew that words I create could affect someone was when I showed my
neighbor some poems I had written. I was 13. As she read one poem in particular, she
began to cry. I remember watching her as if through a haze, not quite believing that
anything that came from me could reach out to someone else like this. I recently read
that poem again. It was an angry, cynical diatribe from an alienated teenager. I lost a bit
of that magical memory about my neighbor as I read this poem through my own adult
eyes and found it wanting. And then there was that essay I wrote in college that moved a
professor to tears. Was it really MY essay she read out to the class? Somehow, not
quite believing in my ability to communicate through writing, I let those magical moments
fade into the distance.
Almost 20 years later, the urge to write is pushing through the layers again. It feels like
an urgent, insistent call that won't fade away so easily. Two weeks ago, my brain locked
me out all night as it wrote a book. I could not sleep or get up. It was like I could not
choose NOT to experience my brain writing through the night. So here I am. I am going
to acquaint myself with this hidden (lost?) inner cavern of mine. I know there are
monsters there I have not confronted in many years. But there are also places of joy,
comfort, release, and perhaps even a sense of grandiosity, as I pen those thousands of
words and try to send them off into the world to be read, digested, and experienced by
others. Sort of like these words I send to you all, my fellow writing souls in cyberspace. Interests: Psychology, Spirituality, Parenting, Dramatic Arts
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Freelance: Yes |
