When I began this blog, it was about a journey . . . of self-discovery . . . of revisiting my past and seeing what I have learned and what I still need to work on.
After a few weeks, I got derailed.
I became a feedback junkie. I worried about how many people were reading what I wrote – and not what I or others might learn from my words. And I lost my passion for the basic reason I write.
So, I’m going back to the beginning.
On one my very first blogs, several years ago, I shared part of a journal entry from a writing class about why I write. I’m sharing an updated version here to remind myself why I do this; It isn’t for the reblogs, or the views, or whatever kind of recognition I might be seeking. At least, it shouldn’t be.
Why do I write? Because if I didn’t, I honestly think I might go insane.
When I’m not writing, things are not right in the world of Izzy. And even when I’m not physically putting things down on paper (or on the computer screen), I am constantly writing things in my head.
Sometimes I get frustrated with myself because I will come up with a brilliant idea while driving down the road, but by the time I get somewhere to do something about it, it has run away with the other thoughts crowding my brain and it feels like a lost opportunity.
I have so many ideas of what I want to write about, learning from my past, being a single mom, music, poetry, and even the never-attainable fairy-tale romance. I probably have 20+ drafts of things that I have started and not finished. I get caught up in the reasons why I’m writing it, or what any readers might think of it, or if what I have to say even matters. Often, I chicken out and don’t go where my heart and my words are leading me.
But I continue to write.
I write because it is born in me.
Writing has been passed down to me through generations of storytellers, poets, and musicians. It is a part of me that makes me who I am and a part that has never gone away, even when I’ve tried to suppress it.
I always write more than required when it comes to school or work assignments and often get teased or even reprimanded for “writing a book” when only a paragraph is required. I don’t do it to be an overachiever. The truth is, I love words.
I do not want to write for recognition and I will not allow myself to follow that path anymore.
I write because I really have no choice.
And it is time to go back to the beginning where I remember that.
“To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.”
—Allen Ginsberg, WD