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In another few weeks my facebook page will be 5 years old. It’s already been 5 years since my writer’s block smashed and I started writing like a person possessed … and I was possessed. I really was.

I have written more in this 5 years, than I did in the years proceeding. I continue to be in awe at just how much I have created in that time. I mean on the poetry front alone, it’s bloody fucking impressive, but across the board? Damn!

 

And the thing was that just before the block broke I was holding myself back from destroying all of my writing. I just couldn’t see the point anymore.Now this is not an inspo-porn post. It’s not a post about continuing on against all the odds, continuing when things are rough, because quite frankly even if I had destroyed everything at that stage, there would have been regrets but it wasn’t the act of not destroying everything that broke through the writer’s block … it was the fact that I shattered. And that was happening anyway – there was no stopping that destruction at that point.So there is no moral to be had here from my story. It’s just the timing of it all that I felt was worth mentioning. But breaking the block was one thing. The thing that took cuts was to strip down bare, tear open the wounds, and stand in front of the world – exposed down to the bone.I could have kept writing and kept it to a small, select audience until I finished the book of poetry but I decided to take everyone on a journey with me – sometimes kicking and screaming too *lol*I’d shared my work before – hell I’ve been published so people can read my work at any time, anywhere that the books are available. Hell, I had a patreon I was dabbling with – just something to hold me accountable and get me writing again. I shared ideas, dreams, hopes, snippets … So sharing work wasn’t new.But this is different. I started to share on my personal page, but it wasn’t enough. So I posted to insta, twitter, on my Essential Bron page … and I started to get nibbles from people. I made the poems – at least – sharable, and let people know that they could save the pieces and/or share them. I needed to get my words out there.And then I began to plant the seeds for the future. I knew what I wanted to achieve … and this page was just a step in creating Bron Rauk-Mitchell: The StoryWeaver. I wanted to share my creations, to discuss my creations, to discuss writing and art, and creativity. I wanted to reach beyond me, and touch people through my words, my voice, my art. I wanted to a place that I could be me – and a place where that 9 year old version of me could come out and play.And so this page became a launch-pad. It’s evolved as I shape and mould myself into the artist that I’ve always wanted to be. I started a podcast, and a channel, and broke into voice acting and performing monologues. I found new creative outlets and tied them together as much as I could.Essential Bron is still the hub of it all … but The StoryWeaver is my alter-ego; the magickal being that weaves stories and entertains the young and the young at heart. The StoryWeaver allows me to be that young child that talks to the faeries, dreams of exploring space, that believed the world was their stage. That young child that truly believed that they could be whomever they wanted to be – even if it were several people.So, how do I celebrate the 5th birthday of The StoryWeaver? Especially in these times. And who will celebrate with me?