By Lydia Everett
Writing to express emotions is a cathartic experience, and I find that it makes me feel free because I am able to write all that I am thinking. I love that I am able to write whenever I want to. In my opinion, the best kind of writing is when the words seem to flow right out of my mind and onto the page; it feels like I’m a conduit, transferring thoughts directly to the page.
Then there are those days that the words just won’t come, and the thoughts are trapped in my head. It seems that, no matter how hard I try, they stay stuck in my brain, stubbornly holding on to the far reaches of my mind, unwilling to let go. Those days are the worst. I have so much to say, but I just can’t get it out. I try to forget about those days, and stick to editing when I know that no good will come from trying to write, but they still sting.
I can’t write without having some idea of what I am going to write about. I personally find it impossible to sit down without having some idea floating around in my head. Usually, I keep a running mental list, writing down the best ideas in a notebook. When I have even a vague idea of which direction I want the story to go, I can start writing. Of course, it isn’t like the things I want to write are perfect the first time around, and they end up going through a lot of editing before they are in decent enough shape. However, the first day when I begin a new project is always the best because the writing seems impervious, and I feel like there is no way I’ll change anything about it. But, of course, I do, editing everything that I write. It’s okay though, that is what it’s like to be a writer; not everything you write will make it all the way to the final draft. Even though editing happens, you are still able to learn from what you wrote because editing is a huge part of the writing process and, without it you will never learn to be an efficient writer.
But there are still those days when no ideas come to mind, where I can’t write anything without scoffing at it. When I have a lot of those annoying days in a row, I’ll look back to things I wrote years ago, when I was around seven or eight years old. They are absolutely horribly written, of course, with terrible plots and atrocious dialogue, but even back then I had a passion for telling stories and that spurs me on through those dark days. Knowing that little me would be happy to know that over a decade later, I still love writing, and that I have become so much better, makes me really happy. That thought gets me through those days; holding onto my childlike imagination and hope gets me through the funk.
I also know that in the future, I will look back to this point in my life, and feel pride in the knowledge that I have continued to improve as a writer. It’s helpful to know that I will be able to look back on this moment when I am older and still have the same feelings about writing that I did when I was younger.
Writing is wonderful and stimulating, and frustrating and difficult, all at the same time; that’s what makes it great. The passion that a writer feels for their craft is the best thing about being a writer, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if it means slogging through a million more difficult days to get to the best ones, I will continue to do it because I’ve loved writing since I was young, and will continue to love it when I’m old.