Last post of Reverb10, and I find myself a little melancholy. I have viewed it as a challenge to write something new every day for this, and I've succeded, yay me! But what ever will I do tomorrow? Just...come up with my own ideas for what to write? That sounds just a little insane.
But today's prompt asks us to look back on the month and reflect on our Core Story.
So like usual I'm going to turn left and talk about something this got me thinking about, something I've seen other bloggers talk about lately.
Why do I write a blog?
It's a strange thing, you know, writing and putting your thoughts out on the intarnets. Every so often I look at what search strings brought people here and it's quite funny. But I don't really write for anyone else, exactly.
I write for my kids, in an abstract way. I write so they have some knowledge of what it's like to be with them. I am very happy being a parent, even while I'm also conflicted and miss some parts of my before-parent life. I hope that when they do read this (they might read over my shoulder here and there but they don't currently read my blog on a regular basis, being 7 and 9 their interests in reading material lean more in the Rangers Apprentice and Edward Tulane directions.) I hope that when they do read this, they appreciate the journey that being a parent is. And the deep respect I have for this journey, in spite of all its challenges and the perils that lie within.
But I do write for them in the way that much of what I do as a parent is for them, because the more aware I am as a parent, I think the better off we all are. So that leads me to my second unintended audience, which is other parents, mothers in particular. I hope that the things I talk about here are things they've thought about but haven't put words to, or ideas they've had but have been scared to try, or that the things I say here help some parents figure out a solution to a challenge.
I also write because I've chosen writing as a hobby with ambitions of making it a career. To be a good writer one must write, so write I must.
But really, the reason I write is because much of the time, I just can't think something through without writing about it. I write for me. My brain works in pictures, which means it's horrendously hard for me to write sometimes. Try writing the description of a movie trailer just once and see what I mean about how hard it is to translate pictures to words (digression: the literal trailers are some of the funniest things I've seen ever. Harry Potter Deathly Hallows part 1 and Assasin's Creed are my favorites. "Take a second to look awesome.")
I write to figure it out, to puzzle together or tear apart my ideas. To make sense of senseless things and to give witness to important ones (like my children, my aspirations, and my pets, natch.)
Do you write? (Be honest. Many people write but don't think of it as writing because they don't SHARE what they write, which is fine. But do you?) Do you find that it helps you think more clearly? Even if you don't, what's your core story? Do you know what makes you you?
*remind me tomorrow, this feeds perfectly into my "perils of being a generalist" post. See there how I did that? Now I've got a prompt for tomorrow and everything!
Happy New Year!!