Tomorrow is the
National Day On Writing. It's sponsored by The Writing Project, whose mission is to improve "writing and learning for all learners", the focus of today is on why people write.
I hardly remember a time when I didn't write. But I'm not one of those people who always knew I would be a writer, who has always written of personal choice.
No, I mostly wrote because I had to.
Early poems/stories in grade school.
Book reports.
Term/research papers.
Business proposals.
Analysis reports.
Pretty much whatever the teacher, job or period in my life called for.
I thought about being an editor. In my junior year of a 4-year engineering program, it seemed like the perfect profession for me. Except it would have required changing majors and spending at least another two years and maybe a summer on campus. Who was paying for that? Not the companies sponsoring my engineering-based scholarships.
So I became an engineer.
I hated engineering. So I took a job in IT.
I've had a love/hate relationship with that career.
In high school, I had to propose a new business. I'd been working in the local library--see, books have always been there!--and I proposed a bookstore which would double as a lending library. I came from a low to middle class economic environment and wanted to make sure everyone would access to the books. It would have a cafe/lounge where readers could hang out. This was in the 1970s in the suburbs of NYC. Didn't know anything about Borders, which had been founded in 1971 in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Teacher told me my proposal made no sense. First time I can recall having a dream of mine squashed. Not the last. I never gave it another thought.
But somewhere in the early years of marriage, I began to think about writing. I thought about writing non-fiction inspirational/Christian living type books. Maybe business books since I had a newly minted MBA. Never did anything with that.
Then, I had two distinct incidents in which I envisioned a book. I had whole outlines in my head and goosebumps on my arms. I had no idea where or how to start, and I was at home on maternity leave both times. But I remember feeling as though these ideas weren't just mine, but ideas that had been planted in me by God. These were books to be written. I did nothing. In both cases, a couple of years later, I learned of a debut author who was publishing a book nearly identical to the one I'd envisioned.
After that, I said, "Why not?" And I began to write. As I immersed myself in the writing community, I got more and more ideas. I've had challenges, personal and professional, and periods of just complete lack of focus and/or effort. But still I write.
I've taken online classes, attended online conferences, gone to an actual reader/writer conference, joined critique groups, joined a professional organization (ACFW), networked with scores of writers, editors and agents, blogged, freelanced, written book reviews...so many things.
I'm working on my storytelling craft. I think I have great ideas, but don't always know how to put the story that's in my head on paper.
I'm also working on my commitment. To me. Earlier this year, I finally said, "Why not me?" and have taken steps to move closer to my goal of becoming a published author. Disruptions and loss of focus, otherwise known as
life continue, but I've written more words this year than I probably wrote in the past four years total. I'm proud of that.
I know a few things. When I write, I feel a lightness of being I don't feel at other times. I feel as though I'm positioning myself to make a contribution to the world, to having a lasting legacy. I feel as though I'm doing something that will make my children proud, and perhaps encourage them to pursue their dreams. I'm expressing on paper what I cannot or do not express otherwise.
So I write. I have stories to tell and I plan to tell them. Maybe someone will be interested in reading them (and even better, paying for the privilege). Maybe very few someones. But I will be a published author with stories I feel good about.
What about you? Why do you write?
Peace & Blessings,
Patricia
Stay focused. Be deliberate. Believe.