When I was a boy I loved to write, it would consume just as much time as drawing. I think it was one way in which I was able to step outside the harsh reality of my childhood and create my own world in my writing. I loved it so much that I would even write during class time at school, much to many teachers disgust. There was one teacher (my english teacher, of course) who not allowed me to write, but encouraged me to keep writing, she even had one of my short stories printed in the paper, which was a big deal for me back then.
Like many things from my childhood, I lost the desire and motivation to write, which is a shame really as I did enjoy it. My life took me in a different direction and once I no longer had the encouragement of that one teacher to prompt me every time I withdrew, my writing skills slowly faded into nothing.
Fast forward to 2019, I’m back writing, but this time it’s with some intent. I’m a man on a mission, but theres a problem! My creative mind has been subdued for so long that I struggle to think of things to write, I overanalyse my words and suffer endless writers blanks. When I was younger I would write with freedom because no one was looking, I could write what I wanted, create my worlds in the words and let it flow. Its taken nearly a year to get to a point where I can write with freedom again and it all started with the “Book of Me”. The Book of Me is my journal/internal dialogue/ creative mind gone mad and its utterly pointless, except in one very important way. It allows me to open my creative mind and write without thinking, I know that sounds daft, but its true. I just write whatever random though pops into my head. Its not a daily reflection or accountability journal (maybe I should start one though), It’s simply somewhere where I can write all my nonsense and ramblings for future entertainment.
The most interesting thing about the Book of Me is what came after i started writing it. For some time I’ve been wanting to write a book about my life, talk about the the things that I’ve been confronted with and how I overcame them to be where I am today. Granted I’m not a millionaire, nor am I a motivational speaker, those things are yet to come. But, I do have a story to tell and if no one wants to hear it then thats fine, I’m going to tell it anyway.
Allowing my mind to think freely has only come about because I’m allowing to do so. We can all feel closed in and silenced from time to time, sometimes we never truly open up. But, its important that our stories are heard. For the longest time I didn’t feel like anything special, I felt that my story had already been told and no one would want to hear about me.
Heres the thing, you’ll never know if people want to hear your story if you never tell it. If you listen to silence, you hear nothing. So, get out there, tell your story, write more and see where it takes you.
Writing does several things; firstly, it challenges you critical thinking and your ability to express your ideas. Secondly, it gives your personality and ego a shove by forcing you to rethink your internal dialogue through the words. Thirdly, it really tests you’re grammar and word play. Finally, it acts like a data dump, making you focus on one thing and allowing your mind to clear itself of the crap thats not important. Additionally, for me at least, it encourages you to read more. This is particularly helpful in rewiring how you think so that the words make sense.
As with anything, there is always more work to do. And for me, its getting my word count up a bit more so that each piece provides more value. Its not something I’m going to get done straight away, after all, going from 500 plus words to 2000 plus words is a big leap. But its a goal non the less and something that I’ll work on more. For anyone just getting started, I suggest you just start with getting the message right and making sense, more words will come later so don’t worry about that too much just yet.
So there you have it, my thoughts on writing. I never really thought i’d write about writing, it just didn’t seem right. But yet, here it is.
’til next time….. cheers