Guest Post: Addicted to the Words by Natasha Head

Addicted to the Words

by Natasha Head

For as long as I can remember, words have held a certain amount of fascination for me.  My mother’s text books from a completed course provided me a fantastic outlet long before I could read the words.  I recall so well the weight of the books in my tiny hands, their smell, and perhaps most vivid, the sense of importance I felt when they were under my arm.

 

Once understanding came, along with the ability to read the words, my addiction grew.  I ate words every chance I could. First came Beverly Cleary then Judy Blume, but at the age of ten, I was introduced to a master word weaver who’s words would haunt me through all my years.

 

I came upon the dog-eared copy of The Shining in my father’s office.  Until then, it had been nursery rhymes and Sweet Valley High, and the closet I had come to suspense was Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys.  Stephen King opened me up to an entirely new definition of fear, especially through my ten year old eyes, but I also charge him with awakening a brand new appreciation for the craft of writing fiction, and my own desire to pen the perfect masterpiece.

 

I spent the next five years devouring his collection of work.  I remember anxiously awaiting the release of the next Dark Tower, rereading The Talisman (a personal favorite discovered at a yard sale in Main—go figure!), and buying collector editions of copies already owned.  I never dreamed there would be anything that could divert my attention . . . until I happened upon a poetry workshop in tenth grade.

 

I had been fond of poetry for many years previous, always adored any lessons, and loved to fill my journals with ponderous notions of a girl growing up.  This workshop, however, where I was provided the opportunity to read a piece in the presence of a real live poet no less, opened a whole new world of writing for me. The piece, a simple write regarding our destruction of the earth and her resources, was beyond-well received.  I was shocked—as were many of the so-called intellectuals who attended the session—but it provided my pen the fuel it needed to, if nothing else, keep writing.

 

Actually sharing my poetry, beyond the pages of my journal, was a natural evolvement as dissatisfaction with the everyday grind grew.  It’s the inevitable consequence of a word addiction.  For years I had filled notebooks, scribblers, and post-its with words . . . and they were tired of hiding.

 

Blogging, like Stephen King’s The Shining so many years ago, has opened me up to a whole new world.  The joy of meeting like-minded folks struggling with the same addiction means I have built fantastic, if a tad bit co-dependant, relationships. I now have a support group to run to, shoulders to help me bear the burden an addiction like mine brings. I have a family in cyber-space that supports me even when my real family members don’t, and who understand the passion, the drive, and the compulsion to put pen to paper.

 

Fellow word addicts, you are not alone. My name is Natasha Head and I AM a word-aholic.

Denise Alicea
the authorDenise Alicea
This blog was created by Denise in September 2008 to blog about writing, book reviews, and technology. Slowly, but surely this blog expanded to what it has become now, a central for book reviews of all kinds interviews, contests, and of course promotional venue for authors, etc

19 Comments

  • Natasha… I love the bit where you say your words were tired of hiding. As a so-so fan of poetry who absolutely loves yours, I had to come here and read this. Glad I did.

    • I will turn you into a poetry addict if I have my way! Power to the Poets 🙂 Thank you always for your support, Silver!

  • Great write, but the last 2 sentences should have been the first 2. Must maintain the meeting protocol… smiles

  • I'm right with you, correcting poorly spelled TV commercials! Word nerds unite! xox

      • Oh there are so many that I cannot believe ended up on TV.
        When I worked for Reader's Digest, as a proof reader, they did a piece on real signs they'd seen across Canada. My favourite – seen at a restaurant/gas station: Eat Here, Get Gas.

  • nice….we need a 12 step program now cause i have it bad…my first king book was tommyknockers…i read it home sick from school one day…and that changed me too…cool to hear a bit more of your writing journey…and i am glad you let your words out to play…smiles.

    • Brian…after Mr.King the world might have to blame YOU! Time to account for this beast you helped create! Your constant support and encouragement have been invaluable….time for that support page at dVerse?

    • For me this is a relatively easy queotisn, but has a pretty complex answer. The specialty I have actually looked forward to working with is OB/GYN. I find that the ability of a woman’s body to produce a child, endure the amount of abuse it takes during a pregnancy, and the amount of pain endured during delivery is amazing. The joy of being able to be present as life enters the world is truly one of the greatest moments in life. To me that would be the best possible option. I also would love working in the operating room with a surgeon. I have experienced the OR quite a few times, and have been on both sides of the table. I have to say I would love to work with any surgeon in the OR except for Orthopedics. The reason behind that is the surgery’s are pretty brutal when it comes to the skeletal system. Having been in the OR with an Orthopedic surgeon and seeing the use of the saws, hammers and other heavy equipment in order to perform the surgery just sends chills up my spine. I know that type of surgery is not for me. I think my favorite surgeries have to be that of the abdominal cavity. The specialties that I would least like to work for are few, and for simple reasons. Pediatrics is not a specialty for me since I have four children of my own. My Aunt is a neonatal nurse practitioner and I followed her in high school and saw the good, the bad, and the ugly so I can honestly say I could not emotionally handle that type of position. Podiatry is also an area I could not see myself working. The reason behind this is pretty silly, but here goes, I very much dislike other peoples feet especially if they are not well kept. I know in the medical field you will encounter feet on a daily basis, but I could not mainly work with feet on an everyday basis. My last specialty is Orthopedics for the reasons I noted above about the barbaric nature of the surgeries and treatments for the musculoskeletal system. Its just not for me.

  • oh, girl, our reading and writing journeys are similiar – Sweet Valley High? Sweeeet! I loved those books (damn, blond twins were so cute – I was so jealous – lol.) And then Stephen King was my next step, too. Loved, loved him (Dean Koontz was a close second.) Great post. Write on! 🙂

  • Lovely write-up for introductory piece. Well done!

    also, a nice site…haven't visited this place before; think I'll browse around abit.

  • You're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to words…

    Always the first step, admit you have a problem. Except I don't see this as a problem. More of an opportunity. Nice write, Natasha.

  • Natasha,

    I so enjoyed reading this. It 's awesome to read about how you came to be….

    Keep on writing…. My name is Kim…and I'm addicted to reading Tashtoo 😉

  • Good Job, I use to read the same books too. Thank you so very much for sharing this tender side of yourself.

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