Posted in response to the Writing 101 1st day prompt of ‘Why do I write’:
… there is no one reason why I write. In fact, I really don’t think about the ‘reason’, I just do it. But now I’m being forced into examining my motives they are clearly quite complex.
For a start, I do like the feel of scrawling pencil on paper, as well as my thoughts tumbling out and becoming formed through my fingers via a keyboard. Also, I like to play with words, constructing sentences and then improving, changing, and finding new ways of expressing them. I spend hours consulting dictionary and thesaurus until I’m satisfied that my words are as fluid and beautiful as I can make them (of course, they are still never quite good enough though!).
I can be the ‘real’ me…. or someone else, depending on my mood. It certainly gives me the opportunity to express my dark side (in fact, when I took a creative writing course my tutor mentioned that the darkness suited me!) I can write characters that I’d like to know, or individuals who are clearly bonkers. I can exorcise nightmares by turning them into stories, or write poems based on pretty dreams. Occasionally, I write things based on episodes in my life and never tell anyone that there is truth in there. Or I can vent, and moan, or share silliness, or adventures. I can gossip or advise, be sensitive or crass. The world, as they say, is my lobster (yep, I know it’s oyster, but I changed it… yeah, I can do that too!)
I guess I benefit in many ways. Writing is a creative outlet that I can immerse myself in, abandoning all other thoughts and worries. In that sense it ticks the ‘mindfulness’ box that we hear so much about these days, and in its way it is meditative and calming.
My question then, is not why I write, but why wouldn’t I?
And the perception changes from “why I write” to ” why would not I”
keep writing 🙂
cheers to writing 🙂
Good to find you, looking forward to reading about more of your adventures and ramblings 🙂