“Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost. Because it’s something to do to pass the time until she is old enough to experience the things she writes about.” – Nicole Krauss
I write because, well, frankly when I read other blogger’s post I find it very fascinating that how people write so easily. Ideas and expressions come so easily to them. It irks me that why I’m not able to do that.
There is so much boiling inside me struggling to come out but words don’t come fluently or easily to me. Expressing me is a big problem with me. I’m not much into talking and I found that writing is better than talking.
Once you say something, words are out, no correcting them. They might hurt someone or the fear is always there that I’ll be misunderstood, because in writing you can always correct them.
Moreover writing is like a therapy, cleansing you. When you come out with thoughts simmering inside you, mind becomes light and happy.
You can always edit what is unnecessary to publish.
I always join Writing 101 or 201 course and leave in the midway. I feel guilty about that.
This time I’m determined to write every day, not bothering about whether it is a good piece or bad, knowing well that my friends will correct me, inspire me and encourage me.