Why Do You Write?
The answer isn’t what it seems. When I was in college, I was a hopeless romantic. Every other girl was the girl of my dreams and I would crush hard on anyone with a cute face. But this feeling didn’t last for long. I did fall in love — kinda true love. Because it was my first love. I started dreaming of our relationship and everything seemed to revolve around our great love story. Everyone in the college knew about our love and I used to blush all the time.
The hand-holding, sending cute messages, and writing small poems for each other become the norm. I was embracing the new found passion for love. This girl changed something in me — I could feel butterflies inside me and the connection was on another level.
And I died…
a little when she said that I was a worthless piece of shit and I should move on with my life. She wanted to break up with me and I was still collecting myself from collapsing. It seemed like the world came to an end.
I needed an outlet where I could bring out the best in me and make myself little better each day.
Blogger
Google’s blogger platform was free and I jumped on the roller coaster to vent out my feelings. Most of the things I wrote were poems and prose in which I became the victim of this brutal love story. Emotions were on high. If anyone read those then they might go into a depression — it was that sad. And I continued to write silly things for a very long time.
Until…
I deleted all of them.
But a good thing happened. As I was writing for a long period of time, I developed a love for writing. For sure, I wasn’t the best writer but the connection with writing was established. I wanted to write more, perhaps daily, and impact a lot of people. As a side note, I used to feel happy when in blogger statistics I got 10 people reading my blog. Only later did I find out that those were bots. (Sad face emoji).
Multiple Social Platforms
I quit blogger but my love for writing called me and I jumped into multiple social sites like mylot, wikinut and hubpages. But in the spree, I got lured by the money I could make with my writing.
I started imagining the loads of money I would make and the subsequent luxuries I would buy. But my dream was short-lived. I realized two things — it is tough to make money by writing alone and I was a below-average writer. So the chances of me going and crushing at writing was negative.
This took me almost two years of time realize. All throughout college and one year after graduating. But on a happy note, I learned a lot. Because writing well isn’t something which you can can do overnight. It is a gradual process.
One Reader Is Enough
All of these things have contributed to make me a better writer than I was before. Now, I write to connect, make an impact, and give opinions on things that matter. And I do these by using my life experiences and learning from the people around me and online.
The motivation is simple: if only one person reads my work then I am happy. If no one reads, that is fine too. I write first and foremost for me and then for my readers to take the conversation further.
What is your story?
