I have always written, and my
writing was inspired by my reading. I started reading when I was six, with the
first booked I started my reading journey with being my Children’s Bible.
Shortly after that, just over a year later, I wrote my first short story,
entitled The Magic Computer. It had a
sad ending (when the computer lost its magic), yet it is one of the only
stories that I managed to complete.
I became addicted to reading.
The Harry Potter series truly drove this, and I would get so absorbed in my books
that the res of the class would be making a ruckus about me, and I would be
quietly going about the business of my characters. Talk of World War III in
2001 couldn’t even tear me away from the world of Bilbo Baggins and Artemis
Fowl.
I don’t know what lead me to
think I could write. I still don’t even know if I can write. Perhaps this
optimism in my writing abilities is just because I have been writing for so
long, or perhaps just because my zeal for reading caused me to know how to write.
School irritated me because
their formatting was just wrong: we had to leave lines between paragraphs (even
though they don’t do that in the real books
that I read) and their punctuation was all wrong, at least according to how the
books were done.
I suppose I write because I am
a perfectionist, and as a perfectionist nothing is ever good enough. A writer
will just about never be completely satisfied with their work. We could always
have done it better.
I know that I write. That much
is certain. Does this make me a writer? I do not know: am I genuinely a good
writer? Or do I just think that I am because I know how to do it? If I am not a
writer, then what am I? I am busy. I am busy finding myself. I am busy learning
about who I am, what I am good at, and what I am interested in doing. I don’t
know where I am going in life, but I do know that I want to know more.
Writing is my vehicle. As I
write, my writing improves, hopefully making me a better writer. Writing takes
me to deep places within my mind. Writing delivers parts of myself to paper,
and I learn about who I am. I hope that through this, I will gain some
direction with my life. Hopefully I will join those who inspired this love for
the type and work to instil a drive in others to write. This way I will always have
something to read. I write so I will always have a world in which I can
disappear, and escape from the possibility of a World War III.
