Writing has always been a passion of mine. There’s just something about a pen in your hand, letters forming by the curves and swirls of the ink. Blotted words you can hardly read when you’re finished because you were in such a rush to get your ideas down on a piece of paper.
Then you “upgrade” to some sort of word processor, and the feeling is different but hardly less beautiful. The way the keys depress with just the slightest press of your fingers. The clicking of the letters beneath your fingers as you watch the computer screen forming the words in your head. You’re just typing, ignoring any and all errors until you are finished and begin rereading what has been written.
Many people know this feeling. Sometimes, I feel, too many people know this feeling. I’m not sure why, but I always get this feeling of jealousy when I think about other writers, especially those my age. I shouldn’t, but I always want writing to be my thing, you know? I don’t want to share it. But I have to, as I should. Writing is a beautiful thing, and there are so many voices that need to be heard, even if others don’t agree with those voices. I have no right to keep writing to myself. If everyone believed that, we would have no Stephen King or J.K. Rowling or J.R.R. Tolkien. Our world would be boring, to say the least: no books, no magazines, no TV shows or even movies.
The one thing I have to remember is to encourage people to write, to follow their passions as well. I remind myself that it’s a good thing to have so many writers, like me or even better because it goes to show that some things will never die. As long as people are writing, it just means that even more people are reading, and both of those things prove that no matter how crazy or intense the world is becoming, some things will never die. The things that never die tend to be one of two things: the most hideous or the most beautiful. I choose to believe writing is part of the most beautiful, even the writing that I don’t like because it means that person was able to have his or her voice heard.
So keep writing. Write fantasy or biographies or blogs or news or even lengthy Facebook posts. Just keep writing because it’s one thing that we should keep alive.