Who knew something as simple as finding out why and how you write could be such an intricate process?
When I had this project assigned to me, I thought it would be fairly straightforward; an internal reflection on why and how you write, and nothing more. I made the foolish mistake of thinking that it was something I could crank out in a few hours tops.
Here’s the thing though: that assignment has been clawing at the recesses of my brain for the past few days.
Why am I having such grievances over a seemingly easy assignment?
It’s not because I don’t have an answer, I most certainly do: the problem lies with me constructing my answer as a concrete and evidence based answer. My reason for why and how I write is not something simple, such as so I can complete my assignments, get a job, so on and so forth. While those are certainly positive results that emerge from my writing, those are not the reasons why I write.
I write because I find the craft to be enjoyable. I like being able to articulate the complex ideas, appreciate the meaning behind certain words, instilling beautiful imagery into the minds of my readers out of nothing. I find the art of writing to be beautiful, simple as that.
Therein lies the problem though: how can I base my evidence upon beauty? Such a subjective quality, and it varies from person to person. All I can rely upon is hoping that my reader shares similar emotions with me when it comes to writing, which is a poor way to construct an argument. It’s like trying to pour concrete on air; nothing’s going to emerge except a giant puddle of wet cement. Hopefully someone will appreciate the oozing pile that I will leave behind.
Other than that, I’ve enjoyed the introspective analysis of my own being. The meta-physical search proved to not only allow me to better understand myself as a writer, but as a student and as a human as well.