Why do I write you ask? I write because there are constantly too many thoughts going on in my head for me to handle. I need to release them, see the words to make sense of them. Once they are written, my head doesn’t have to worry about remembering them. I can go back and focus on different thoughts at any time. Writing has become a library for my brain; stacks and stacks of documentation. That’s all my writing really is: my thoughts. Writing them has led to even greater ideas and connections that I’m sure I would have never been able to achieve before. There is so much running through my mind at all times that it can be overwhelming, especially because I’m the type of person that cannot let things go.
I want nothing more than for people to see things the way I see them. Joan Didion also feels this way about her writing and explains in her essay, “Why I Write” that, “In many ways writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind.”(Didion 1). I have all of these strong feelings and opinions and I want others to look at and hear what I have to say and hopefully, agree with me. Nothing is simple and everything matters; every little detail of every little thing can cause a great impact. I truly believe that the smallest change, such as whether or not it is pouring rain outside, can affect everything and everyone. Didion is right when she claims, “Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any of these questions I would never have needed to write a novel.” (Didion 4). We may not have all the answers but that is why we write in the first place, to find answers. Over-analyzing these small things around me is what causes my need to write. Eventually, those thoughts turn into stories and those stories turn into scripts, and those scripts turn into TV shows and movies. But none of those things would be possible without something so simple: sentences.
A sentence starts out like...a seed on the ground, but not one that has been carefully planted. Instead, one that has been blown to the ground by the wind and just hopes to be picked up by the Earth's arms and formed into a full blown flower. It has no control of where it will end up but wants to be meaningful and beautiful. The seed then becomes a planted idea and continues to grow. It may need to overcome obstacles its environment will throw its way, like storms and animals, trying to stop its development. Turning into a flower will be the seed’s end of the journey until another seed from the flower falls off and starts its own journey to be significant.
Advice for those of you just starting that journey? You have to stop being scared. Stop worrying about who will or will not like what you have to say. You need to be able to believe in your ideas and opinions so that others can too. Build something that you love by writing every thought you have down. It does not matter how stupid or pretentious you may feel at the moment because it’s what is truly going on in your head. To be a great writer, to be able to push meaning out of your ideas, you need to understand the way that you think, and in order to understand your thoughts, you need to first accept them.
And maybe you think you already do understand, but I think you’re wrong. You have definitely tried to hide certain thoughts about life, death, love, etcetera out of shame. We all do, but that is the line; the fenced in walls that prevent great words from coming together to make something important. Some advice for those who just started writing? Break down the walls you build around yourself and learn how to just be you. Your writing will follow your lead in risking the judgement and rejection.
I’m a writer and I don’t mean I write essays and assignments for classes because I’m being forced to. I mean I write to create something worthwhile. I do it for myself and I couldn’t care less about all those teachers and professors throughout my life who have told me that I cannot write. They’re wrong. I wouldn’t have made it this far in my life if I wasn’t a writer. My scripts wouldn’t transcribe to film and TV and the great communication and relationships that I have between my friends and family would not exist. That’s why I am going to push aside all those who ever told me that I wasn’t good enough. Watch me prove you wrong.
Works Cited:
1. Didion, Joan. Why I Write. 5 December 1976. New York Times Book Review. May 8th, 2011.