The Magic of Writing

Sometimes people ask me why I write. My parents ask me, my friends ask me, and I would tell them that there’s something about writing that just draws out my inner child. I love the feeling of the complete freedom that comes with creativity. When I’m writing, there’s nothing I can’t do.

 

I began writing a long time ago. Everyday, I’d wake up to the same world, the same alarm clock, the same sun and earth. My feet are firmly planted on the ground, my head is clear and I have a very strong sense of reality. I know what needs to be done, and I do it. I take my responsibility seriously, take my reality seriously.

 

But there are times when that reality becomes a burden. Sometimes I just couldn’t take it any mores. Sometimes reality becomes a nightmare.

 

And there’s nothing I could do. I couldn’t just leave my family and friends behind and go take a trip in the Amazon Rainforest and wrestle piranha. I couldn’t just skip school and fly to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I couldn’t just travel to India and befriend tigers, when I know I’m supposed to be doing my homework.

 

That’s when I discovered the magic of writing.

 

I had always thought of writing as a slow, painful process of labor that teachers force students to go through just to torture them.

 

Then, I was new at my school, and struggling to fit in, but failing miserably. I had somehow had the impression that everyone at that school hated me, and they treated me like I was invisible. My only comfort was books. Books, those wonderful things that take you places you would never go in reality.

 

So I read. I read and I read and I read until my vocabulary, spelling and phrasing increased. I read until when I open a book I could “fall” into it and live the world in the story instead of my own. I read until I every scene in the books could be played in my mind like a movie.

 

And then suddenly an idea popped into my head, a crazy, spontaneous, wonderfully wacky idea. And I have no idea what I was thinking, looking back now, only grateful that I did think it.

 

What if I made up my own movie in my head? Or better yet, what if I describe what I see when I watch the movie in my head?

 

And, thank goodness, I did.

 

It was like I found the missing part of me. I loved to write. I  still love to write. I love to talk to my characters and to get them in trouble or make them happy. I love to know every single detail of my worlds and I love the sense of imagination and ethereality (is that a word?) they give.

 

It delighted me to churn out story after story, novel after novel, poem after poem.

 

It delighted me to let creativity take control and be a million things at once.

 

It delighted me to write.

 

And thankfully, it still does.

 

 

Author's Note

Well....What did ya think?

Reviews

[PokemonFan#1]

I loved it so much! It is true, when I read a book, its like I'm in it, and there is no reality till I am done with it.

Keep it up!
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AAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!! THIS SOOOOOO TRUE FOR EVERYONE! yeah its funny how everyone kind of feels this way with writing *sighs happily* this was wicked i always want to create new movies and so we write :D

[A. L. Allen]

Wow, I can absolutely relate to this. My reading has definitely influenced my writing, and I love being able to create characters that I absolutely love and being able to manipulate their stories and situations. (Sorry if that sounds a little tyrannical XD) :P It totally opens up so many possibilities for me, and it is my escape for when I need it.

Beautifully expressed thoughts and feelings. Great job! :)