The misconception that I've always had about writing for an audience is that writing must have this deep, underlying purpose or otherwise people won't read it. And then over the past three months, I've realized that statement is not only not correct, but it is a hampering on my imagination.
What people want is questionable but that isn't the purpose of this post. I can never please everyone (nor am I interested in trying). Although, I can please myself. It seems like the simplest statement now that I see it written out on my own screen. It has taken me since my last post to learn this. Better late than never, I suppose.
A good friend of mine told me once that the key to becoming a writer is to never stop writing. Just don't ever stop he told me one day, driving in the car after a lunch date. I've been writing all these months (at both my jobs), but what I haven't been doing is writing for myself.
I've made all these excuses: I'm too busy, my new job, I'm too tired from commuting, i don't have anything to write about... the list goes on and on. I don't know why I stopped. Life is a hectic place that moves faster as the days move forward-- I was told that they would. And I'm realizing now that I had better not neglect the one friend that has never left me-- my writing hands.
And something I would like to take a moment to note: A special someone in my life began mentioning that I had stopped writing for me and that I should begin again. Because I'm always "right," I would never admit that this person's constant persistence and encouragement is one of the reasons I'm sitting down now and starting again. Thank you.
Moving forward, the only thing I can promise about my writing is that it will exist. Now whatever shape and/or form it takes, is up to me. Something else to note: this is the most invigorating thought I've had in years.
beso (kiss), M