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Why do I write?

There's a thread on the NaNoWriMo forums asking why we write. My response:

See my username. It's absolutely true.

I made a list several years ago of reasons I write. Many of them are still true, although I don't remember all the reasons.

I write to remember. Seriously, if I don't write something down, I forget it the next day. This is especially sad for those witty conversations that I want to remember, or the way the trees looked this afternoon, or the kind words spoken... the possibilities are endless. It's also bad because I've been so busy lately that I hardly have time to write, meaning I hardly remember what has happened in my life.

I write to forget. There's a big world out there, one that I've already begun to explore, slowly but surely. But sometimes people in the world does bad things. Just look at the front page of any newspaper. When I'm writing, it's just the words and me, in perfect unity. Nothing can separate us, no matter how long I'm staring at the paper or the screen.

I write to stay sane--well, as sane as any NaNoer is. There's something about writing that helps me maintain that delicate balance. Some people go to therapy or take pills for that balance. I write for it.

(ONE MORE WEEK)

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jamileigh17
Oct. 26th, 2008 03:34 am (UTC)
I was always, even before I could read on my own, read to, by my mom, by my grandparents, by random aunts. My mom read me this muppet babies book one time, and I told her a story after about Miss Piggy and her pet flower Daisy. She loved it so much, she wrote it down on the back part of the book.

It helped that I always read at a higher level than what I should have for my age. I hit the 12th grade reading level around 5th or 6th grade... Words just always came easy for me, and in books, I could retreat and be whoever I wanted.

I think what really clenched it for me, though, was 5th grade. After we read A Wrinkle in Time, we were told to write a story about what we would do with a Tessaractor (spelling is probably off). I wrote a story, turned it in, and next thing I knew, the teacher wanted a conference with my mom. The story had made her cry, because she knew it was deeply personal.

It was at that point that I realized, not only could the worlds of others in books touch me, but my words put in the right way could touch others... Could change them.

I couldn't resist... And I've been writing ever since. Someday, with any luck, my name will join those spines that I trail my fingers along every chance I get...


And it needs to hurry up! We got our poster and mug and tshirts in today, and I can't wait!!!
cleverwench
Oct. 26th, 2008 05:12 am (UTC)
That's so me! I keep a really detailed journal because I forget everything. I want to preserve my wittiness so I can laugh when I'm old :D
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