Why do I write? Not an easy question to answer. One might as well ask why does my heart beat or why do I breathe. I know how these things happen and to what end, but providing a reason is not so simple. Writing seems, to me, a natural thing to do. It is an incredibly premanent form of communication.
From an early age I created stories and poems and was an avid reader, therefore, writing made sense.
This predisposition to writing makes the task easy. Writing is something I feel I can do well without overexerting myself and the problems that sentence structure or vocabulary do throw up, are met as joyful challenges rather than as dreaded foes.
I enjoy writing. Putting words into a story that amuses or amazes is a pleasurable pursuit. It makes me smile to see the hubbub in my head become clear expressions on paper, that I and others can enjoy.
In studying writing I hope to gain the discipline to write well and write often. To be free from the whims of inspiration in order to write when and where I choose.
Hopefully this discipline, this hard graft, will bring about its own rewards both materially and financially. I aspire to make a career of writing, using this skill to become financially independent and self sufficient.
If I can do this I imagine I will find great contentment in life. A humble yet elusive goal; merely to be happy.
More tomorrow...
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