From the time I could hold a pencil, I was writing. At six years old, I wrote letters to my pen pal in another city. I wrote limericks in second grade, and my first short story in third grade. As a teenager, I explored full-length stories and poetry. Even when I lived in a car during my twenties, I managed to have a notebook and a pen.
Writing has become an obsession of mine. I journal every day. I discovered the powers of essays and articles. If I can help one person smile or think, my writings have done their job. I have the urge to share my thoughts and ideas with the public. I just fear public interaction.
Due to my introverted nature, writing has given me another route to express myself. At times, it’s difficult for me to form complete sentences vocally. My mind is always racing. It’s hard to keep up with all the thoughts in my head. I can type faster than I can hand-write. The thoughts can be captured into the safety net of the computer.
Writing is breathing for me. If I don’t write it down, it didn’t happen. Some days the writing comes easily. Other days, not so much. The world of writing has opened doors that I never could have imagined.
I can escape into my own world when I’m writing. If I don’t like something, there’s a delete key. I can change the weather. I can create people that could be living, breathing beings. I can express feelings more clearly than I ever could vocally. I can make people see the images that are in my mind. I can make people feel what I feel.
Words have power.
Writing harnesses that power and focuses it into a stream. With that stream, readers can experience things they might not have otherwise. Readers can be teleported into other worlds. As a writer, I am a composer, conducting a symphony of words. I have the power to make people feel. I have the power to make people think. My words can change the world, one person at a time.
You just have to write.
It doesn’t take much to be a writer. The only tools you need are an imagination (which most people have), a notebook or paper of some sort (napkins work), and a writing utensil (can be borrowed). It doesn’t have to be fancy. You don’t need a computer. The wonderful thing about writing is that it doesn’t have to be good. No one has to read it. Write for yourself. Explore the power of words on paper. You might be surprised.