Chez Moi

From today, I am going to start going the writing exercises suggested by About.com. Hopefully, it will teach me a few things. Feel free to join in.
Exercise 1:

Writing Exercise: Why I Write
Length: 400 words
Time: Varies

http://freelancewrite.about.com/od/writingexercises/qt/Exercise.htm

Why I write? That is an interesting question, one I have asked myself many, many times. Why do I feel this need to write? What makes me think there’s some substance in what I write, that people would stop what they are doing and read it? I have to say, I do not know the answers to these questions. All I can say is, I write because I want to – I need to. I may not make sense, in fact, what I write might just be utter tripe but that will not make me stop writing. That may well stop people from reading it but sadly, will not stop me from continuing with writing.

I have this great need in me to write. I do believe that if I stop writing or worse, if I lose the ability to write, that will make me extremely, utterly sad. It would be like losing a limb, no exaggeration. Every time I write something, it makes me feel such a glow – doesn’t matter if it is about nothing in particular; seeing my words in print gives me such a rush, I cannot imagine going without experiencing that again and again.

Writing is a form of release, one I have come to depend on over the years. It is a way of getting rid of pent-up emotions that would undoubtedly drive me mad if kept bottled up inside. In that sense, writing is a way of giving a voice to the inner me. What is so special about my thoughts and me that I wish to air them, you ask. Well, I just don’t know the answer to that one either. Having written what I feel, I do not expect the whole of humanity to take a look at it and express its opinion. I write because I want to. But, if someone stops to read my drivel and passes a comment on it, I am not going to turn my nose at that!

Having waffled about nothing much in particular, let’s come to what I write. That is as important as the why, isn’t it? I write about what I feel – about me, about an event, about someone – my writing is my opinion of something I sit up and take notice of. It could be something as mundane as what I ate for breakfast that morning. Or something momentous, I don’t know! All I know is, I get this urge to write, I open Word, start typing and the words flow. I do not know any other way – if the words stop flowing, I just close the document and move to something else. I come back to it the next time I feel the words aching to get out of me.

Well, that’s the why and the what of it. Where I am going with it, only Time will tell.