When I began writing, I was 13-years-old. I wrote in a simple, spiral notebook, and I tried writing my own biography. I wrote my name at birth, to who I was born to, when and where I was born, and the date I was born on in the first paragraph. I wrote about my parents and how they met in the second paragraph, and continued with things I’d done and people I’d met in chronological order as my memory could recall. With only a third of my notebook written in, I gave up. I didn’t have much to write about and I didn’t think anyone else would want to read it for how boring it sounded.
At sixteen, I tried again to write my biography. This time I tried simply because I wanted to write. I wanted to write words on paper, but I didn’t want to look stupid writing random words and single letters on paper. I didn’t want someone to think I was practicing my handwriting or something. Either way, I used my biography as an excuse to write.
By the time I was in my late twenties, I figured out my ‘why’. Why I want to write is because I like to write.
I like writing for many reasons. It’s therapeutic. I help others when I write because I offer advice. You’ve heard of the phrase ‘been there, done that’. Well, I haven’t done it all, but I’ve done enough. I also write to move on.
Now I’ve found my direction in writing. I may have begun with trying to write my biography, but what I’m actually doing is writing a memoir. My birth isn’t the fascinating part, the things I’ve seen and done in life have been, is, and will be when I do them. That’s the stuff I’ll be writing about!