I never thought I would become a writer, in school my writing was average if I was lucky. But something changed while I was a teenager, I think the things I went through needed a way of release and writing was healthier than cutting. I kept a journal through all of my teenage years and I still have them today, they are full of very interesting things I would have otherwise forgotten. Maybe it was all that journal writing that turned me into a writer, because I went from journaling to blogging when blogging was still a relatively new phenomenon. I made many mistakes and wrote a lot of shitty stuff.
I wrote dumb religious articles about how women shouldn’t work outside the home, girls shouldn’t go to college, and that a woman had to submit to her husband. I wrote articles claiming that the King James Bible was directly inspired by God. I look back embarrassed about all of this but in writing those things, I learned how to write. I had passion for my subjects and it just oozed out of me and onto the page. Then I finally realized that women could go to college and I went off to college to finish a degree I had started years ago. I couldn’t choose between writing, sociology and psychology, but after a while I chose to major in writing and sociology, while picking up tons of communications classes as my electives.
This meant that I learned a whole range of writing from creative writing to journalism, to feature writing, to research papers. Now I’m studying for a master of arts in English and creative writing, and I’m learning so much more about writing that I never knew. I’m learning to analyze texts for their storytelling elements, for how the author built their fictional world, diction and syntax, and stylistics. All these things help me to become a better writer because I’m reading and studying other writers. I’m learning to apply the analysis to my own writing, which is making my writing richer.
I was born to write. I love to write. God gave it to me as an outlet, as a gift to process things that happen to me. God also gave it to me to express myself and to ultimately share my life with others. My writing journey is so freakin’ cool, and the master’s degree of my journey has only just begun. I’m almost at the end of my first semester and it’s really helped my writing develop and made me want to talk about writing, hence a whole post about writing.