I am amazed at how much writing I have been doing lately. I took a few moments to reflect upon myself and understand why I write. I have been influenced by many sources. I absolutely hate typical writing assignments from school. I usually tend to procrastinate and get low marks on these kind of papers. I am inspired to do better though when I see these horrid grades. I only started writing last February, but I feel like I have come so far. I have two blog pages and I have been published in newspapers and I have even conducted interviews. My inspiration to begin writing came from a professor in college. He ran an interesting class. He believed in editing the hell out of a paper. His philosophy is that a paper is never truly perfect, but editing brings you another step closer. I hated him! He and I did not get along in this class. I would show up late and my papers would show up even later. He would stand in front of the class as an awkward mess. He would sweat and dance around and he would shout orders into the air, directing the class to get analytical. Watching him made me cringe. I could not understand how someone could have such a passion for writing. I would think to myself “If I could just hand something in I will be fine”. This was the wrong approach. As much as I hated this man he would not let me fail. He never once gave up on me or my writing. He picked my brain and dug deeper for ideas. He forced me to get analytical and to write and edit papers. He could have easily let me fail but he didn’t. I became really inspired by his teaching style. He had us start a blog page on some website where we had to keep a journal entry of our writing. We would also use the site to peer edit the writings of other students. This is when I became interested in writing. My own life experiences began to seem more worth while and interesting when I was able to formulate the situations into words. I began reading blogs. I stumbled upon one of my friends blog pages that changed my life and inspired me more than any other. Each word on the page was written with meaning and purpose. His thoughts were well articulated. His love for writing made me want to love it too. I began reading all of his posts. One in particular made me want to write for myself. The post was named “The Wonder Years“. I was overcome with emotion. It was so interesting to me that someones words, written in pattern on a page could change the way someone was feeling. I wanted to be able to do that. So here I am today. I write for you! I write because I realize how important words can be to someone. I write because I want to inspire you. I write because I want to touch your emotions and give you a different perspective. I write because I love to write.
May 3, 2009
Why I Write