Then again - having just had a week of many things to write, answers to what to write to move things along... and no "feeling" to write whatsoever... I have to ask the question myself... "WHY do I write?!" AAAARGH!
I've been writing for years. For a long time I didn't take it seriously.
Until a local author came to my school and made me think about it properly. I started writing things and giving them to my english teacher to read. She loved them.
I didn't broadcast the fact that I wrote as a hobby for a while and when I did, I mocked for it. Having suffered from (relatively minor) bullying on and off for a long time, my confidence was already seriously dented.
I went to college, did art and design and some illustrations for my own stories.
By this time, my mum was quite ill and I actually wasn't enjoying my course. I think art and stopped being fun because everything had to be done a certain way in college. Writing was my solace, my escape from reality, something I needed rather than wanted to do. I'd never walked out on my art course, especially as I actually enjoyed my second year more than the first, but I knew I didn't want to go further (University level) but by this time I knew I wanted to be a writer. Everyone who had read anything of my stories loved them and could see how much I loved it.
The only problem is, I needed something else to do in the time before I become a professional writer. In short, I needed to earn a living. So I went back to college, trained as a secretary and then tried to get a job. Two years on and I'm still jobsearching. The recession is taking it's toll and, without experience I can't get very far. My mum's health has got a lot worse and the rest of my family are suffering from stress as well.
Writing is my outlet. My light in the dark. It has kept me from depression, breakdowns and possibly suicide as well. It's the only thing I know I can do right.
Way to go Jonathan! :-)
Then again - having just had a week of many things to write, answers to what to write to move things along... and no "feeling" to write whatsoever... I have to ask the question myself... "WHY do I write?!" AAAARGH!
:-(
There are several reasons that I write.
I've been writing for years. For a long time I didn't take it seriously.
Until a local author came to my school and made me think about it properly. I started writing things and giving them to my english teacher to read. She loved them.
I didn't broadcast the fact that I wrote as a hobby for a while and when I did, I mocked for it. Having suffered from (relatively minor) bullying on and off for a long time, my confidence was already seriously dented.
I went to college, did art and design and some illustrations for my own stories.
By this time, my mum was quite ill and I actually wasn't enjoying my course. I think art and stopped being fun because everything had to be done a certain way in college. Writing was my solace, my escape from reality, something I needed rather than wanted to do. I'd never walked out on my art course, especially as I actually enjoyed my second year more than the first, but I knew I didn't want to go further (University level) but by this time I knew I wanted to be a writer. Everyone who had read anything of my stories loved them and could see how much I loved it.
The only problem is, I needed something else to do in the time before I become a professional writer. In short, I needed to earn a living. So I went back to college, trained as a secretary and then tried to get a job. Two years on and I'm still jobsearching. The recession is taking it's toll and, without experience I can't get very far. My mum's health has got a lot worse and the rest of my family are suffering from stress as well.
Writing is my outlet. My light in the dark. It has kept me from depression, breakdowns and possibly suicide as well. It's the only thing I know I can do right.
I agree with Jonathon's comments.