I found yesterday’s class discussion particularly interesting. I had never really given a thought before to the question ‘why do you write?’ before, and I found it compelling. It’s an interesting question to me because it’s something I’ve never thought about before. Up until this part in my life, for the most part, I have written because of school. Almost all of my written work I’ve written because teachers have assigned it.
This year though, as a college sophomore, I have found that I have more freedom in my writing. I’m used to having my writing topics chosen for me by my instructor. But this year actually was the first time I had the freedom to choose what I want to write about (outside of elementary school fiction writing). Last semester, I took Academic Argumentation and worked on arguing via the written word. I was able to choose what I wanted to argue about–which was awesome in some regards (because I absolutely adore arguing), but troublesome for me in other regards (how am I supposed to choose which argument??).
I started keeping a journal last semester in what is one of the few things I have written outside of class (my older brother takes care of my parents’ birthday cards thankfully). I realized in keeping a journal why I think I write. I write because I want to keep a history of my thoughts and journeys and feelings. I write to hold memories, and these memories are massively important to me.
I find reading ‘Why I Write’ pieces interesting because they give you a wonderful entry into the author’s mind. Everyone is unique in their perspective on life and in their perspective on writing. I believe I have a perspective on writing that is reflective of not only my generation and place in time, but of the memories, thoughts and moments that make me me.