Reading this post by Fred Wilson made me think about writing.
I’ve always been a writer. Check that – I’ve always liked to write. Growing up, I don’t think I realized what a unique trait this is. Now that I’m in the working world, I’m amazed at how many people simply hate to put thoughts to paper. To me, it’s always come fairly easily. And I’m only beginning to understand just what a blessing this is.
As much as I love to write, I’m definitely not a writer. You see, I’ve tinkered with the idea of trying to formalize my passion for scribing into something that would loosely be called a profession. But the idea of writing for someone else, on their timetable, has always been completely unappealing.
I’ve found that the joy of writing, for those who’ve tried, is that it unlocks passions and emotions that one doesn’t always experience in the commotion of everyday life. In my day to day life, thoughts bounce around my head like the Mexican jumping beans that make up the static on your TV set. It’s hard to make sense of static.
But then you put pen to paper or fingers to keys, and a picture begins to appear. Perhaps it’s faint. But after dealing with static for any length of time, even a faint picture is at once exhilirating and unfulfilling, as it leaves the creator wanting more.
Blogging has become a means of relieving static in many people’s lives. It’s why I started this blog. And now blogging’s evolved, and original writing is enhanced by pictures, videos, links, quotes – any and all types of media which help to tell our story. Which is why I have this tumblog.
It’s not always easy. Many times I can’t figure out what in the world I want to write about. The things that are worth dedicating real energy to – faith, love, life itself – are so precious that I don’t want to lessen them by giving anything less than my best.
It’s then that I realize what I’ve known all along – It’s not about getting everything buttoned up or every point covered or the absolute perfect tone.
I’ll leave that to the writers.