Why I write

Although this blog post is not about business it does give insight as to why i write. Enjoy.

I tugged on my mom’s shirt and tried to pull her in the direction of all the brightly coloured pens that were perfectly lined up in jars. That is where it all started for me, in that little stationary shop in the middle of a small town in Tanzania.

As I reached the shelves where the pens were stacked my eyes grew larger, there were so many of them! I picked up one from each jar, one at a time and felt them. I could feel a growing sense of excitement wash all over me. It was not often that my mother took me to stationary shops; she knew that once I was in there it took me a long time to tear myself away from the pretty notepads and pens.

“I want this one!” I exclaimed as I pushed the pen close to her nose. “Smell it” I ordered. I was a bossy ten year old. My mother ended up buying me the scented pen and a pretty. I could not wait to start using it.

Six years later I lay across my double bed in my room. My hand was moving ferociously as I wrote down every word that was raging in my mind. Tears splashed onto my diary blurring the ink, but I did not care. I just felt a desperation to write the words that were inside of me, words that felt as though they would burst out of me if I didn’t free them.

Who knew that several years later I would think back to those times and realise that the love of writing started there for me. And that this love for writing was always inside of me. Like a little bean starting to germinate. University just watered it my little writing plant.

However writing means a lot more to me now than it did then. Writing is an honest process where I can say what I need to say and what ought to be said; writing allows me to be brave. I found a music video on YouTube that I felt was relevant. Check it out and let me know what you thought of it by posting a comment or two: Brave by Sara Bareillis. Here are the lyrics; I strong recommend that you read them.

I have come to the realisation that I write to comfort and to help. As a young girl I found comfort through reading and writing. I want to be able to help someone by writing real life stories that apply to them, that comfort them and that improve their lives.

My biggest fear is that I will end up writing gossip columns and stories that have no impact on the lives of individuals. I also fear the possibility that I will end up writing for a big organisation and that I will be told what to write, how to write it and what NOT to write.

I do not want to write words that will distract people from the reality of their lives, I want to write words that have the strength to enable people to start revolutions and make their lives better.

In this case the quote by the late Nadine Gordimer seems very fitting; “Written words still have the amazing power to bring out the best and the worst of human nature. We ought to treat words the way we treat nuclear energy or genetic engineering – with courage, caution, vision and precision.”

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1 Response to Why I write

  1. AnonJ says:

    Hey girl. Go on now.
    You know you’ve got everybody looking.

    Got a little boom in my big truck
    Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
    Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud
    Gonna watch you make me fall in love

    Get up on the hood of my daddy’s tractor
    Up on the tool box, it don’t matter
    Down on the tailgate, girl I can’t wait
    To watch you do your thing

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