Chronicling my embarkation into my own personal world of writing. I do not have a destination in mind. My only hope is to make some sense of this compelling desire to create with words.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Trying to find the words

Deep down inside, I have always felt a compulsion, an inner drive, to write. It is a talent that I feel that I have, as undeveloped and unnurtured as it may be.

I cannot sensibly explain why I have feel this desire to words to paper - and yet have few significantly tangible and completed works of this supposed internal passion.

I wrote on the the high school newspaper some 15 years ago. I did well, I thought. Better than most. For some reason, I chose not to explore journalism as a college degree, as a fellow writer in my class eventually went on to become an established sports journalist for a major city newspaper.

No regrets, write? I mean, right? Of course not, but this energy to write is not dead.

For the very modest degree of early success I am able to claim, it is because of my bias to write in the personal essay format. I won a scholarship in college for a 750-word essay about why I chose my profession.

I also was later published in a technical professional journal early on my career. If letters to the editor count, I have a few of those writing credits also. Many of my high school newspaper contributions were editorial in nature.

Fiction, on the other hand, scares me to death. I have several unfinished "projects" ranging from 50 to 10,000+ words.

What do I hope to achieve with my writing? Long-term, I would like to have a book published. One that is meaningful to me and that is a work that touches those who read it. Sure, it would be nice if it were to sell a ton of copies, but that's not why I am in this game.

In the short term, I hope to just get something in print again. By Friday of this week, I hope to submit a short, short story to Writer's Digest in response to one of their many competitions.

I have found myself checking writing instructional books out at the library, reading others' work on the web and tormenting over how and why I want to try to write.

I have started this on-line journal to capture my thoughts, my pain, my ideas and my energy toward the craft of writing, with the ultimate aim of finding and understanding my writing self.