I’ve decided to begin my new year by looking into the past. Specifically, my childhood. And even more specifically, I’d like to explain why I enjoy writing and how it all began. After all, you can’t start or continue something without knowing the very root or essence of it.
I can’t exactly pinpoint the very first day when I decided that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. All I can say is that I was drawn to the very act of writing. Perhaps it is because I’ve always enjoyed reading books. I’ve always been fascinated by the very people who wrote the books that I was so enthralled by. While other kids were learning how to write cursive, I was dreaming about my name — my name! — being on the front cover of a book, either as an author or an illustrator, although I’m not much of an artist. But I suppose that’s normal. I suppose that is instinctive for anyone who enjoys reading as much as I
Why did I enjoy reading? It was entertaining. I could escape into another world, a world that often times was much more interesting than mine. It was fascinating to inhabit the mind of someone else or watch as someone went through life. It was even more fascinating when that person was as normal and average as you and I — just someone who’s trying to fit in and find their place in society.
Simply put, I like stories. I like things that have a nice beginning, middle and end. I like to be entertained. And I like to entertain. Even when I was a child, I liked to make-believe and make up stories. I liked to act out stories with my stuffed animals and dolls. I still remember the very first story that I ever wrote. It was called “The Little Boy” and it was about a boy who wanted a party. I had an imagination, definitely. In fact, I still do.
I guess that’s why, in the end, I majored in Communications in college. But on my journey of getting there, in all of the courses that I took, I enjoyed telling stories. In high school and college, I enjoyed creative writing courses the best. I loved it when my history teacher had us write a creative writing piece about a fictional person who lived during the Bubonic Plague. And when I had to take standardized tests, 9 times out of 10 I chose to write a narrative essay. In college, I loved my PR and social media courses. I enjoyed writing feature stories and press releases and blog posts. Hey, what can I say, I like to tell a story.
And that is why my Communications degree led me to want to pursue a career in content marketing, social media and PR. I haven’t yet found that dream job in my chosen industry but I have hope that I will in 2016. I have hope that I will find work with an amazing company where I am allowed to thrive, learn, and most importantly, make believe.
But until then, I will continue blogging. I will continue writing, specifically working my Nanowrimo novel. I will read more and learn from experts in the writing industry. I will do all this because I have hope.
I have hope. And I will continue to make believe.