Why Do I Want To Write?
It seems like a good question to ask myself but I'm not sure where to begin when I try to answer it.
I can't remember exactly how or when I fell in love with literature but it is because of those books that fill my bookshelves that I want to write. It is because of Charles Dickens, Aldous Huxley and Jack Kerouac. It is because of Agatha Christie, Thomas Harris and Elmore Leonard. It's because my teacher, when I was in my third year at school, handed me a copy of The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4. It's because of the central library in my home town and it is because my girlfriend enthuses about my writing to me all the time; she tells me that I know my language well and how to use it. Before her, before she came along and started telling me how talented I am, I assumed that anyone could write like this; it is just easy and natural to me. But then, perhaps my girlfriend is just terribly biased in her opinion; after all, she does love me and love, so I hear, can make us blind.
Procrastination is a flaw of mine. However, once I begin the task, the benefits become immediately apparent to me; no longer do I feel like an amateur scribbling away and infrequently entering the results into regional competitions; I feel as though I am working my way toward an already attainable goal. A glorious appetency has been reawakened within me; an immutable need to develop and cultivate my abilities as a writer.
The truth is that I have been a little bit adrift in my journey through this life so far; I find myself in a stultifying job that drains me every day, and I can be more. I know with all that I am that I can be more and therefore I must be more. I need to steer my life onto a course that is more agreeable to me. I want to be a professional writer.
The truth is that writing is the only thing that I really see myself being any good at; I have never been employee of the month in any job I have ever had, I am terribly afraid of commitment and have dropped out of many things I have started and, I fear, I might not be the best boyfriend/friend in the world either. But I can write and I can write well and, what’s more, I enjoy it! That is why I want to write.
I enjoyed reading this Philip. I can relate to the reawakening of that desire and longing to write. Good luck In your quest to become a professional writer.
Clare