By Guest Writer: Lisa Edwards
There are many aspects of writing that I love. In fact, I can’t think of many aspects that I don’t enjoy, except for maybe staring at a blank page and not being able to think of a single thing to write. Writer’s block is NOT my favorite.
That aside, I find writing to be extremely enjoyable most of the time. It is important to note, however, that the act of writing offers different pleasures and annoyances to each person who takes a pen to paper. Everyone has their reasons for writing. For me, writing is:
When everything else in life gets complicated – writing is not. There is something so simple about stringing sentences together; the act immediately takes my spinning mind and slows it to a stop, so that the only thing I can focus on is the page in front of me. Writing is the only force strong enough to pause my mind from wandering just long enough to write the perfect closing sentence. All else can wait if I am trying to write the last sentence of a piece of writing, because if I don’t finish it then and there, the idea will be gone.
Writing is like drawing a picture. You imagine what you want to draw (or in this case, write), and you begin, and only then does your original idea begin to change and flow with your feelings and thoughts. What may have started out as an intent to draw a simple pine tree, has now turned into a dark forest scene on a cloudy night. And so with writing, your small idea has the potential to flourish into an entire story or article that you never intended to write. I thoroughly enjoy the adventure of not knowing where my idea or thought is going to take me, and finding out at the end is the best part.
I’m not the first to say that writing can be therapeutic, and I won’t be the last. Emptying your thoughts onto a page and turning them into something constructive, or even just leaving them there, can calm one’s mind significantly. Even if those thoughts never turn into anything coherent or useful, they have at least made it out of your head. I tend to be an over-thinker, so the more thoughts I can get out of my head, the better. It gets a little crowded in there.
If I’m feeling down, frustrated, or unsure about something, writing reminds me that if I can do nothing else, at least I can write. I usually find, of course, that I can do many other things, but it is the act of writing and then seeing what I am capable of that boosts my self-esteem and helps me to carry on with whatever else it is that I’m trying to achieve. It’s a similar feeling to what runners often feel when they tell themselves they can run just one mile, and then that mile turns into 3, or 5, etc.
Sometimes writing is hard. While I usually find it easy to start writing, it can be difficult to finish. Tying paragraphs together can sometimes feel impossible. This is when I usually decide to take a break, or move paragraphs around on my screen. Just seeing the words in different places helps show me other possibilities of wording things so that they flow better.
Though writing may be frustrating at times, when I finally find the right way to say something, I am ecstatic. It takes
all of the time spent afraid that the blank page would never be filled with anything worth reading, and makes it all worthwhile. If you put in the effort and don’t give up on yourself, you may just impress yourself with what you can come up with.
For those who don’t write, it’s hard to explain why you’ve been sitting at your desk for 2 hours and only have 2 paragraphs written. For those who do, you are only reading the rest of this paragraph for a laugh. Maybe you’re having a bad day. Maybe the topic isn’t very interesting. Maybe you got distracted by the Internet. Maybe the phone rang, your boss stopped in to ask a question, or you had to run an errand. Maybe you got distracted by the Internet. Google is a wonderful thing, but sometimes I wish it didn’t exist. Sometimes life happens, and it can be very distracting for a writer. And even without distractions, it takes time to write, revise and proofread in order to come up with something worth reading.
Once I start to write, it’s almost as if I crave it. I write a sentence, and I can’t help but write a paragraph. I write a page, and I can’t help but write another. Sometimes it is good writing, and sometimes it’s not. But once I start, I feel a need – an obligation almost – to finish what I’m trying say, no matter how long it takes. And I can’t stop until it’s (almost) perfect, or in most cases, until it’s due.
Writing is all of these things to me; maybe not all at the same time, but writing is or has been all of these things to me at one time or another. I should note that I sat down to write an article about why I write, and this is how it turned out.
I hadn’t planned on this structure or necessarily to focus on these aspects of writing, but this is what came into my mind and ended up on paper. This is my pine tree turned into a dark forest scene on a cloudy night.
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