Why do I write?

I write for the same reason I take photos or draw, to express something inside that I can’t in spoken words. The manipulation of words is like the stroke of a brush on a canvas. It’s like right pencil on your sketchbook. It feels natural to me, and when I write about something that truly captures my heart and soul into it, its like my art. Beautiful.

I liked this photo because it expresses a couple different ways most of my creative process works. It isn’t pre-planned, and it isn’t created for the sake of the photo. The photo is simply a moment captured, and if the moment is beautiful, the photo will be beautiful. The same goes for when I write. I will admit I have a favorite manner of writing, I’m dramatic and absolutely love creative writing. I’m a natural born story teller and I could fascinate you with a million and a half stories and never be tired of it. I draw my inspiration from music largely, lately my favorite artist is Earl Sweatshirt for his ability to spit poetry in a manner that no one else can. The delivery of the selective choice of words to express an entire story in the least amount of words possible fascinates me. Everything is writing for me, so I will sit and listen to the stories he tells, most of them I relate to deeply and I’m introduced to a new manner of understanding words.

I have to be honest, most times going into an English course, or any course that requires me to write for larger part of the semester, I loathe the essays I will have to write. I feel forced to write outside of what I like and most times I feel very stuck. I may sit in front of an essay for hours just running it through my mind and if it doesn’t make sense or flow, I can’t write it. For the first time, I will admit that my writing process if heavily based on the first sentence. As soon as I have the first sentence, I have the essay. It all flows from that one sentence, like the trickle in the damn that started the flood.

And so we come to this semester, more specifically this class. Truthfully, one of the greatest classes I’ve had the opportunity of taking. Largely thanks to you, Kay. Thank you. This semester has been a wild one and a rollercoaster of emotions. I’ve dipped into deep sadness and loss and have peaked at utter happiness and freedom in its span. The one thing that I took out of this course is the need for constancy of my writing. These essays are great practice and instead of loathing the essays I have to write, I will use it to my advantage and write my heart out. Check out a bit of a personal essay I wrote for my Survey of World Architecture class, I labeled it under “Home”. once you get past the boring basic information of my house, it gets really interesting.