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Perks Of Being A Writer

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

This is everybody’s favourite question to ask a child, and most children’s favourite question to answer.

I can’t think of a time when I didn’t say ‘writer’. As soon as I learned how to write I never wanted to stop. When I was six years old and I discovered that I could actually write down the stories I made up in my head, it was better than any of the magic I read about in my storybooks.

From the beginning, I was hooked.

Under my bed at home is a pile of journals, filled with awkward handwriting that moved from pencil to pen, writing that grew up with me. Diaries, stories, poems, and embarrassingly, a few songs I tried to write at around age nine. I would write about anything.

Once a year I usually take out these copies and I could sit on my bedroom floor for hours reading them. Most of it is terrible, consisting of unfinished stories, prepubescent ramblings and of course, the god-awful songs (I blame my parents, they bought me the Britney Spears costume) But all cringing aside, I love that today I can still read the thoughts I had when I was eight, ten, thirteen, fifteen years old. It brings back memories I would have otherwise forgotten. Not many people can do that.

I was a very secretive child, I kept so much to myself and the only way I could deal with things was through writing. For example, I hated secondary school, first year particularly. I was thirteen years old and everything in my life was changing. I wouldn’t talk about it, so I wrote. I didn’t really write about how I was feeling, that was still too confusing to put into words. This was the time when I wrote my first novel (though ‘novella’ may be a more appropriate word). I would spend hours in my room, lost in the fictional world I was slowly creating. In the end, the story filled two copybooks, which isn’t bad for a first attempt. I got through the year and had a relatively decent story too.

Writing helped me again when I was sixteen. Almost every night I would write. It never mattered what I wrote about, there was just something so soothing about writing itself. It made it easier to sleep. It took all of the loud thoughts out of my head and put them onto paper. Writing was my form of self-expression. You’ll learn more about me from reading my work than you ever will from a conversation with me.

No matter what I do in life, where I go, I will always have writing. I don’t care if I never write anything worth reading, I write for myself, not an audience.  I write when I’m happy, sad, worried, confused. I capture my life in words.

And these are just some of the many perks of being a writer.

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17 thoughts on “Perks Of Being A Writer

  1. Well your long held practice of writing certainly shows. You have such eloquent ways of expressing your thoughts and soul. I think I’m still working on getting out my awkward years of writing. I’m always in anticipation of your next bit of word. I relate to and enjoy your poetry very much. So when will this novella appear?

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    1. Thank you for yet another kind comment. To be honest, I don’t think we ever leave our awkward years of writing, we just get more confident 🙂 My plans at the moment are to keep the ‘novella’ under my bed. Hopefully in time I will write and publish a better one 🙂

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  2. This post is wonderful. Made me smile so much 🙂 <– like that!
    Also, you had a Britney Spears costume?! That's EPIC! Which one though? Love Britney; I know way too many songs off by heart 🙂

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    1. I’m glad you enjoyed my ramblings 🙂
      As for the costume I’m not 100% sure, but I do remember lots of shiny material and a belly top (everyday I just hope that the photos don’t resurface)
      And who doesn’t love a bit of Britney? 😛

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  3. Nice post! I can totally relate to it. Writing, i believe helps our thoughts to flow coherently into words. I love writing too. Would you check out my blog? Do let me know if you like it 🙂

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  4. I felt like I was reading about myself! I have kept my old journals and such – there’s some wild stuff in there, and plenty of embarrassing things, too. Gives me a good laugh to read through it. Are you an only child?

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    1. My old journals are definitely embarrassing! No, I’m not, I have a younger brother and sister, and it’s a great effort trying to hide my old journals from them 😛

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      1. I was curious because I am which meant I had to entertain myself a lot. .So naturally I spent a lot of time writing and reading. Luckily I didn’t have to hide mine from mischievous little ones! 😀

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  5. It’s bizarre for me to read that someone else has had a very similar experience to mine when it comes to writing. I know it shouldn’t, lots of people write, but I feel like writers often neglect to share their experiences with it. I’ve got numerous notebooks myself, and a flash drive full of ‘novels’ that may or may not ever be finished. Keep writing. I’ve only read a single poem so far, but wow.

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