Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Day One: September 3, 2014

Why I Write
There is an entire tumblr dedicated to this question. We're not able to easily access this from school, so here is a Pinterest page that has a few on them. Some of them are poignant, others are silly. All of them are reasons to write.
Here are a few.




There are a few reasons. Here are yours (in no particular order).

  • I couldn't imagine a world without books.
  • I like to make art with a pencil and paper rather than paint and a canvas.
  • And so, I write; not because I can, but because it is the only way to grant my imaginary life.
  • Here, in the savannah of white and blue, the letters strung together seem to stay until the pink eraser sends them away.
  • I yank the chain on my laughter and let go when I write.
  • I love hand writing. I don't get that same smooth, consistent, aching feeling when I type on a computer.
  • I write to express myself, to let others know how I'm feeling, or sometimes just to let myself know.
  • You can live out dreams or anything you would want to do without doing it.
  • I want it to feel natural again, instead of struggling to find the words that used to appear so easily to me.
  • Putting things down on paper--school related or not--helps me focus more and lifts a weight off my shoulders.
  • Scratching of graphite was relaxing, the clicking of keys was comforting, and I indulged in how smooth words could be. Like silk for the mind.
  • It feels good when people read it and enjoy it, or when they connect to one of my book characters.
  • Writing my emotions down is my therapy.
  • Having my emotions poured onto a piece of paper is pretty beautiful to me.
  • I can say the reason that I write is because of my dreams.
  • I have also written just to day things I never had the guts to say in person to someone.




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