The Writer
Have you ever felt the urge to write? Like while you are in the middle of watching a movie or while you’re in the car sitting idly as people and other cars pass you by? The sudden urge to grab a pen or sit infront of your PC and start letting the words come out. […]
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Written on December 29th, 2006
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Have you ever felt the urge to write? Like while you are in the middle of watching a movie or while you’re in the car sitting idly as people and other cars pass you by? The sudden urge to grab a pen or sit infront of your PC and start letting the words come out. Even if there’s nothing in particular that you want to write about, even if what you’re writing about is total nonesense. Well this is how I often feel.
Have you ever felt the urge to write? Like while you are in the middle of watching a movie or while you’re in the car sitting idly as people and other cars pass you by? The sudden urge to grab a pen or sit infront of your PC and start letting the words come out. Even if there’s nothing in particular that you want to write about, even if what you’re writing about is total nonesense. Well this is how I often feel.
A certain thought comes to mind and suddenly, I feel as if I have to write ten paragraphs about it. It could be anything. I would think of how a dish sponge compares to my life,and jump into thinking what the word “truth” is really all about at the same moment. These conscious stream of non-specific ideas are intertwined in my over exhausted right brain. I just often feel that if I don’t write something at a time when I feel the urge to, that I am losing an important opportunity to express myself. I feel a knot in my stomach that comes from the denial of circumstances to write. I sound obssessive, I know, but that’s just how I feel sometimes. And once I start writing, there’s this comfort of stability I feel. I feel free and laxed. I feel as if I have just scratched an annoying itch. I don’t even make sense half of the time when I write. I usually write about the same thoughts and emotions in different perspectives. I’m not out to write a life-altering essay on what life is and on what people should do and not do, I just want to write because I feel like it. And isn’t that what makes one a real writer?
Writing today has become so concerned with public opinion. One thinks: I want to write but I want to write about something that will blow people’s minds away and as a result, I’ll make millions of money as my priced novel is still in the “top ten books of the month” list at my local bookstore. I find it odd how fictional characters inspire the masses. How these made up characters go through impossible events in their lives and still remain hopeful and triumphant. It’s odd to me because I would rather read about what the author, the person who pulled these characters form his imagination, has to say about life on his or her perspective. I want to know what the author has actually experienced and what his views on the world are. I would take this peice of honest writing to read anytime, over some novel that is based on an imaginative insomiac mind. I’d rather get the real deal from the person who is writing. I happen to think that it makes things more interesting. Although it is true that writing fictional stories is an art of delivering a certain message, it does not mean that what makes you and me a poor writer is our disability to come up with such a story. I think that it just means that were a different breed of writers. We don’t need a best-selling novel to tell ourselves that we are made writers. All we need is the love to write and to have this passion with us in everything we do. For what is it that make one a writer or make any person anything for that matter? Is it not the love for something you find yourself hopelessly addicted to? For instance, if a person tells you that he or she is an accountant, does this information of occupation really tells you anything about the person? Sure you’ll find out that the person is probably good with numbers and figures but does that say anything about who she or he really is? Being good at something and loving something are two very different thing. i can be good at painting and paint portraits for a living but does it mean that I love what I am doing? Does it mean that being a painter defines me as a person? No. What defines someone as a person is based on what the person loves to do; And not what the person is good at doing.
I love to write, personally. So regardless of what other people may think of this, I consider myself a writer. I am a writer.
About the Author: 20 year old girl from Manila