The question asked not long ago was why does one write? Well for me there are several reasons. The first being it is a mental release. I can put my thoughts to paper and later go back to see how I was feeling. Whether it is a single word or a short sentence, a poem or short paragraph, Occasionally, I will write short stories about what happens around me and the daily interactions in which I partake sometimes going into great detail or sometimes just a few adjectives defining a given moment.
Writing is a means of recording time itself, whether it is through pictorial essay or the verbiage which may not mean anything to anyone else but us. Writing is a way we have to express ourselves to those around us, whom we wish to keep those exchanges private. And then writing is a way in which we present ourselves to the world by establishing our viewpoints, a way of expressing our opinions for everyone to see. And then writing can be a means to answer those questions asked by others in a manner where we aren’t placed under pressure to answer those questions presented. It gives us time to gather our thoughts on a subject, instead of rushing and putting the proverbial “foot in the mouth” by presenting information that we may not know anything about. It allows for one to do the research on the subject making us more informed about what is we are looking at and if it wasn’t for the written word we wouldn’t be able to do that.
We all are writers in a sense. Seeing as children, we have to write to present the answers to the questions our teachers ask in the form of homework or the essay written for the final exam; showing what knowledge we have retained as our minds wander, seeking the freedom of the classroom walls. As adults we write as a form of communication between those we love and our closest friends whom we have distance as we move on with our lives. Occasionally we write as a means to relieve the pressure of day to day live whether it is in the form of a diary or poetry looking at both the dark and lighter sides of the hidden abyss of our mind.
I, myself wrote quiet frequently in my youth. At one time I had notebooks of material which I had jotted down to clear my mind. But as with all of us, family and job tend to get in the way and we lay down the pen and paper. Between moving from time to time, those papers were lost to time and the elements. Recently I returned to school at the age of 50 to change my career due to an injury I received several years ago. And as a student I was faced with the outlet of writing. Seeing I carry a 3.7 grade average, most of my fellow classmates would approach me to help them with their assignments either by proofing the work that they had done or by tutoring them in general. One thing I began looking at, was if I were going to continue doing so why not get paid for it. One day while researching a class project I landed on a web site that catered to those needing assistance with their class work and I began presenting work I had done previously. This began my career as a published writer in a sense. And since I have noticed that I can earn a few dollars here and there, I decided I would look further into the world of internet publishing and as most writers starting out begin with a short story or review; it is here in this new found arena which I take my next step.