“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of. ”
― Joss Whedon
Who do I want to be? My passion, my calling, my gift–my writing (forewarning you, this word will be used a lot). It’s what I want to do when I wake up, and what I enjoy doing to relax. Some people like to go out and party when they’re stressed out to let go of things. But me–I write. Because sometimes life sucks and it drowns you. You ship capsizes and there’s nobody around to pull you out. Writing, it’s part of me. I like to think it’s my gift (took me 12 years to figure it out). I guess from other people perspectives, to have the gift of writing seems pretty dull. I mean what are you going to do with it? The answer is–a lot. Writers are compassionate and they’re creative. Writers can connect with their readers on a level most don’t understand. There are a gazillion thoughts swimming around like fish in a pond in a writers mind. I don’t think people understand the depth of writing, and the amazing affects it can have on people. Writing can literally transport you into this whole new world without you even realizing it. You can get so lost in a good book or article that you look up and realize 6 hours have gone by, and your eyes are bloodshot and burning. You’re sitting there reading J.K. Rowlings: Harry Potter, and it feels like you’re the one in Hogwarts castle. You feel the tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you read John Greens: The Fault in Our stars. Some of the best writers can even lift people out of their depressions and anxiety. Writing. It’s deep.
You see, the thing about good writers is that they all have the same central gift, it unifies them. My elementary technical writing teacher told me, and I can remember her speaking these words aloud as if it were yesterday; “make me see what you see, feel what you feel, and think what you think.” Mrs.Gee, gosh I loved her. She sparked my passion for writing once I entered her classroom. She critiqued me, but she would also blabber on about how I was this exceptional writer at such a young age. Mrs.Gee made me feel like I was invincible (as a writer at least). When she uttered those words it became the standard to which I would forever hold all my writing to. If an individual reading my work couldn’t feel any type of emotion whilst reading then, to me–it wasn’t good enough. Having this mindset only lead to long nights of no sleep when it came to writing essays for school. When I decided to do freelance writing, piles of crumbled papers are stacked high like a mountain on the floor.
But back to what I was saying, the gift that all writers have in common is what my teacher had said such a long time ago. Writers can make you feel what they’re feeling when writing a story. They can transport you into a whole new dimension. Not everyone has that gift. From a writer’s perspective at least for me, it gives me this adrenaline rush. Once I pick up my pen or start typing–I can’t stop. I could no doubt write forever and not stop. I like to believe that’s how most wordsmiths feel as well. To be able to have enough creativity and pull a story from your rear end and turn it into a lyrical masterpiece, ugh wow. Writing to me is my escape from all of my life’s worries and problems, and as a college student, there’s a great deal of said worries and problems. Writing is a way to express yourself, not aloud–but with some black ink on a blank canvas.
This blog is sort of all over the place and is different from my usual posts. I guess the point of this blog is to just explain the magnitude of what it means to be a writer, and why I love it. It is my end goal. I think that’s a bit obvious because instead of studying for stats, I’m blogging (whoops). Okay, gotta blast osteoclast (Melisa Pomar). I was never really good at endings, and I mean that in every aspect possible. Writing, and in my daily life. Anyways, to end this on a “positivish” note, I would like to say that once you find your passion put your spikes on and sprint with it. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t, or you’re not good enough. Work hard and long at what you love. Perfect it. Know what you want and pursue it radically.