Why Do I Write?

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I think I mentioned this before, but like many writers, sometimes I get writers’ block and I really don’t know what to write about. I think about my day or my past experiences and see if anything is interesting that I can write about. Of course, when something does happen that I feel I need to share immediately, I turn on my computer and start to write. But there are days of course just like anyone when I just cannot think of something, and well I decided to take a trip on the internet and see if there are ideas to write about. We all know there is of course and I happen to find a list of prompts that I could write about, and this happens to be the very first prompt. Now, I got the list from another blogger, “See Jane Write”, and to her, I would like to say thank you for this extensive list which will definitely come in handy with my future writings.

Writing is a constant change

Let’s move on with the very first prompt which is, “Why Do I Write?” Now the funny thing is that as a kid I really hated to write, and I wasn’t really that good at it. I really did not like English and I think my teachers did not like me either. I struggled through school with it, and even into college. Now, there did come a point while completing my degree when I began to see improvements and professors began to praise my writings, which was nice. Well, I know I still have a lot to learn when it comes to writing etiquette, but I do try and I will continue to learn as I continue to write. It wasn’t until I started my first blog, back maybe 15 years ago or so, that it really hit me that writing was a way for me to express myself and share my experiences and in many cases vent without feeling judged. I know that I can still get comments on my posts and I had some criticism on some posts, but I take those comments as a way to learn and grow. I reflect and think about how I hated to write and remember those teachers that always got me for a missed period, an uncapitalized word, a missing comma, and so on, I never thought I would end up with a blog. Now I have to say that I truly enjoy writing, just like right now, I feel that I have a skip in my step as I write these words.

Let me get to the reasons I write. I do it because of two things, the first reason is that it gives me a way to open up or talk about something that is bottled up inside me or bothering me, it gives me a sense of relief from my crazy life. As I mentioned before I do not have anyone to talk to, and now that we are working from home, the few times I had the opportunity to talk to someone, are all gone. Now I am simply locked away in my home office, typing away day in day out with no human interaction. The second reason I write is to share my experiences, and maybe somewhere in my writing there is a flicker of light or hope or answer that someone else can either relate to and not feel alone, or maybe somewhere in my writing there is a solution or option they can apply to their problem, issue or whatever they may be going through. These are the two main reasons I write, and they both help me out each day, better said each time I write a post, it gives me a sense of relief, a sense that something has been lifted from my shoulders.

Now I am thinking there will be a third reason I write, but I have been contemplating whether to start or not on this third reason, which is to write short fiction stories. The idea is not an original one, but my take on it will be all me. Until then I will continue writing as I do, and now that I found some prompts to help me along the way, I will be able to post more often, or at least not find myself with writer’s block.

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As always, I would like to thank you for stopping by and I try to leave you with a thought, but this time it will be from Danny Kaye (1913-1987), “Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.”

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Strange but true, I was born in San Salvador, as an abroad US citizen. It sounds strange, but you see, my mother was 5 months pregnant and happen to be visiting San Salvador. She slipped and fell in a pool and well, I was born. I am a twin, but unfortunately, he did not make and I did. My mother’s side of the family happens to be well of, and I had the opportunity to live a nice life early in my childhood. You know, private school, servant, nice home, and vacations. Things change when my mother decided to follow my father to the United States and well, that is where my story begins. I started a blog a while back, but life sort of hit and I left it behind, but now as I am a bit older, I decided I needed an avenue to share my experiences with others, while at the same time allowing me to open up and talk like I am on someone’s couch, I guess you could say. This blog will be more like an open book, created by experiences that I have had throughout my life. Experiences that many could relate to and what I did or how I handled it, you know after the fact. You never know there just might be a piece of information, idea, an option that someone could use and it would help them through the experience. Just remember these are my experiences, things I have been through, work through, and lived through – it does not mean I am right, but it does not mean I am wrong – it is simply an experience.

2 thoughts on “Why Do I Write?

  1. Those are great reasons. I myself enjoy the feeling of ‘assembling’ something into creation, if that makes any sense. It’s like building a Lego structure, piece by piece, then standing back and admiring the end result. I mean, I don’t admire my work like a meathead does when kissing his biceps, but I enjoy having put in good work. Anyway, thanks for this post!

    1. Thank you, I appreciate the comment and the assembling definitely makes sense. I also like the metaphor of the Lego structure, that very cool. Thanks for stopping by.

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