In response to Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration, Day 1:
I’ve been writing for so long that I have a hard time remembering when or why I started. I believe my earliest attempts at really writing a poem or short story happened when I was 11 or so. I remember writing lines of poetry after reading poetry in school, but the details are fuzzy. I remember writing a story about becoming a professional tennis player and being friends with Monica Selles and Andre’ Agassi (which should give away how long ago this was), but I’m not sure if I ever finished the story or what happened to it.
I know that some influence came from my grandfather on my Dad’s side, who kept a typed journal into his 90’s. Another influence was my love of books and reading. I read articles online but still read books and I occasionally buy a newspaper, which was previously a daily occurrence. I keep a written journal and write in it at least a few times a month to keep track of what has happened and to help me remember different things and events.
If you have read any of my earlier posts, you will know that I wanted to become a journalist but allowed myself to listen to the advice (worse case scenario warning) of others. I know my father meant well when he told me that journalism was a highly competitive field in which many journalists/reporters worked their way up from posts in place like Podunk Kansas (no disrespect to Kansas, it’s just worlds away from Chicago) to bigger agencies and markets, hopefully. That was not very attractive to a big city kid who had not yet gone to college in Mississippi, so I mostly wrote journalism off. After reading “10% Happier” by Dan Harris, a well-known journalist/reporter for ABC, I learned just how competitive and high-pressure journalism can be but I wish I had at least tried to go that route. It was a great book, which I highly recommend, especially if you have an interest in Mindfulness.
Getting back to why I write, I think I do it because it is something I have done for a very long time. I get an idea and this is my way of expressing it and cultivating it. I cannot draw or paint and I am not artsy-craftsy or even especially creative. I have written poems over the years to get feelings out and to organize thoughts but I have not been able to regularly do this in several years, about the time I started doing social service work.
I love to write, though, and I am grateful to Word Press for offering this outlet for me and millions of others that need a place to share their ideas. I think that writing is in my DNA and that it will always be something I like to do.
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