During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?
So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my response to three items. I enjoy writing for three reasons: self-expression,personal sensitivity and thirst for adventure.
"Self-expression" is our Creator's gift to all-everyone has something to say. The difference comes with how a person expresses him or herself. Having an outlet to relieve ones inner turmoil or joy is necessary;and when the results is a wholesome creation of some type,it should be shared with others.Complexity arises when trying to express how others feel because a person's self-expression(being a writer) is a prerequisite to understanding another's expression(being an editor). There's an interwovenness of personal feelings,dogma and personality associated with a person's self-expression. Much of what writers' convey is the result of the chemistry of feelings,experience or both.Most of the time the writers' feelings prevail.Deep down in all of us there are voices whose vocal chords are pencils waiting to be sharpened and used. Self-expression is the breath of opinion,the dissipation of disposition and the only river worth drowning in. "Honesty" rules the castle of "self-expression".
"Personal sensitivity" varies from person to person. Much of a person's ethical,ethnical,moral and environmental exposers dictates his or her perception of the world. Some writers concentrate only on a certain discipline of their total resources. Others are more roaming and experimental as to absorb from a combination of all sensations obtained. Inspiration ignites sensitivity whether it be something heard,felt or read. To be able to define a sensation by the use of words is satisfying. Sensations make,break,increase and decrease the rhythms of ones mental and physical compositions. Ones "degree of compassion" rules the castle of "personal sensitivity".
The "thirst for adventure" deters boredom. Anyone, whether being a writer or not,imagines events,incidents,possibilities and probabilities in their minds.These mental occurrences(visions) dwell within us for short periods of time and sometimes forever. But until the inspirations are subjected to some type of tangible(music,painting,literature,sculpture,etc.)medium, they can't be documented and shared with others. If you don't want to be creative,you won't be!! Good writers aren't born,they are crafted!!! You are the characters that you write about!! You're a vital part of the incidents you describe. If you're writing about a diehard tyrant,you are that tyrant!! If it's a voyage around the world,you're on that voyage!! Merely sitting in the boat won't do it!!! One must set sail to quench the "thirst for adventure".
Writers are day-in day-out dreamers,dressed in all colors,travelling across paper pulp by way of a dictionary.
Now I ask you,"Why do you enjoy writing"?
By: Arthur Charles Ford Sr.,poet/lyricist P.O. BOX 4725,PITTSBURGH,PA. 15206
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Copyright ? .A.C.Ford,Sr.,2003
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