Writing

Heeelllloooo!

I have absolutely no idea how many people actually read this. The people who do are probably related to me, bored, or my awesome besties Enalahc and Deraj. Or my sister. :P

This entry is dedicated to Enalahc, my fellow writer and sugar-freak. :)

       I think that pretty much everyone I have ever met knows that I love to write. I mean, it's the first thing I tell them after my name. If anyone ever asked me what I do with my spare time, I would answer without hesitation-I write.

      

       Now, writing is something that we all learn in kindergarten. They hand you a pencil, and tell you what words to write. Not that you could ever really read the handwriting(come on, you're only five).

       Then in second grade they take away the traceable letters and give you that wonderfully empty sheet of blue and red lined paper. You are free to write whatever you like, anything at all. And all you can think to write is your name or perhaps the name of the book your teacher is reading to the class during free time. But somewhere in your growing mind you know that one day you will write something big.

        By the time you're in middle school you have all sorts of things to write. The new science teacher is really funny. Your best friend and you are together for most of the day. The food at lunch tasted awful, but that was okay because your mom packed you a ham sandwich. You test your hand at writing something that is at the tips of your fingers, but it doesn't sound on paper how it sounded in your head.

        But you don't give up.

        In high school you know exactly what you want to write. The teachers tell you what to write about, and you put all of those built-up words down on paper. As your #2 pencil makes it's last mark, you know that you want to write every day of your life. You staple the written pages together and hand a tiny piece of yourself to your teacher to be judged. But you know that no matter what the teacher says, you wrote exactly what you wanted to. After spending ten years of your life learning how to draw letters, write in cursive, and spell long words, you have put all of that knowledge together on a few sheets of 10 ½” by 8” college-ruled paper.

       To me, being a writer means so much more than just writing stories. It's a pattern of thought and action. It's the freedom to create entire worlds with my mind, and learn more about myself. It's seeing the potential in every moment of every day-the potential for something incredible.

Thank you Enalahc and Deraj, and also my entire family, for being there to listen to me rant all day about my writing. It means a lot. :)

Later!

Cody