I’ve been writing for a long time and in many ways I’m still figuring things out. But the more I write, the more I realize that I’m a writer. The reason is because I write for myself. I write because I want to. I write because I feel like it. I write because of how I feel about writing. I’m a writer.
I don’t really know what I’m talking about here. I don’t know what Im talking about. But I don’t exactly think anyone else does either. It’s just that I’m writing to myself. And it’s something I feel about writing that I keep coming back to.
As Im writing this Im thinking about my favorite book. The one that taught me everything I know about writing. And I think Im the one that taught the world how to write. In my book I write about the writing process because Im the only one who does it. And I think that is what makes me feel as I look back on the writing process.
At the beginning the writing process was a secret, but over time and with the help of other writers, we started to write about it for each other. Over time we discovered that we could write whatever we wanted to, and that we could write about anything we wanted to. Now we have a collective vocabulary of sorts. We can talk about anything we want to, and we can talk about anything we want to write, and we can talk about just about anything at all.
In the beginning we wrote about what we knew, what we were interested in, and what we wanted to write about, but in time we stopped writing about the things we were not interested in or were not happy about so we could just write about what we wanted to write about.
We could write about our favorite movies, music, books, and other things that we love. But we have a much larger range of topics we could write about, so we started to write about things that were not interesting.
In a way, I think this is a good thing because there are a lot of things that we aren’t interested in, but we could write about them. It’s not like that’s not fun to write about them anyway.
The art and letters section of our website is full of interesting articles, but at the end of the day, it’s a collection of essays. While some of the essays are interesting, as a whole they are not the type of thing that inspires me to write about them. They are a collection of short paragraphs or paragraphs in a long article that I did not particularly enjoy.
For example, this one about how people can be addicted to a candy called “Mint Flakes.” It’s not something I would have enjoyed reading, but it made me laugh. It’s not what I would write about, but I think it’s funny nonetheless.
