I’ve decided to steer RTC in a more personal direction as a development blog on all things progress related.
I realized earlier this week that, while writing in a more professional tone at work, the best part about blogging is that I get to create whatever the hell I want.
There’s a place for developing professional skills, and a place to focus on what I truly care about most, the words.
You see, what I’ve come to understand is that it’s always been about the words.
I’ve been parading around in the wrong masks; masks that neither fit properly nor do they fulfill the instinctual desires inside.
It took a year off to learn that the common denominator is and always has been the creative writing.
In further analysis, when reflecting back to my youth, even then was I smitten with the different ways available to arrange sentences.
It’s essentially about composing a sentence so immaculate that the words fit together as smoothly as a Steph Curry three.
The perfect sentence seems to come together in a way that is truly pure and spiritual. As a writer, good or not, these far away moments appear to be summoned from above.
It’s as though time stood still for a moment and you were able to grab a piece of it out of thin air.
Whatever power is out there has set the words free from the metaphysical place it had been locked. There is a godlike experience that occurs in these moments that allows one to lock these thoughts into the record books.
As Ernest Hemingway said,
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
When it comes to my brief history with writing, there was never really a connecting the dots moment, though.
I cannot recall a time where I ever thought to pursue a writing career or ever that I even had a knack for it.
Frankly, I still don’t even know. What I do know, however, is the conclusions you are about to read here:It Was Always About The Words Click To Tweet
The education system caused me to avoid writing.
On the other hand, there are a few moments in particular that I’ve never been able to forget. It seems as though there is one English class memory in each of my post secondary years that stand out.
One memory in particular is from Grade 10 because there was something an English teacher said that always stuck with me. I partially credit this educator as one of the main reasons I am so fond of particular words. I don’t remember any of the class lessons or the books we read, however, I remember one single moment as clearly as I remember yesterday.
He made a point to stop the out-loud classroom reading session to bring up the word ‘moreover’. He claimed it to be his favourite word in the English language and I have forever respected his passion.
Ever since then I too have appreciated the word ‘moreover’. I’ve always found myself seeking to find my own favourite words ever since. For the record, my favourite word right now is ‘seemingly’. There’s not a lot of places where it fits right, but when it does, I jump at the opportunity.
Admittedly, my interest in writing started with song lyrics.
It was actually around grade 4-to-6 that I developed a taste for hip hop while I was searching for a way to relate. From an early age, I was always respectful to them but never took kindly to authority figures. I think it’s that attitude that led me right into the lyrics of Eminem, Tupac, Biggie and Dr. Dre. After all, those are the artists that really paved the way.
I can remember waiting up past my forced bedtime so I could tape record my favourite songs to listen to them on my Sony Walkman the following day. I would cipher through the lyrics searching for a connection, even though there was no real connection to be found back then—I was too lacking in experience to truly relate.
My first crack at writing was really on MSN.
For those of you 25 and younger, MSN was never even a thing. But the borderline millennials that were around for it’s inauguration know how big a deal it was. As the oldest sibling in my family, I would routinely hog the household computer to chat on MSN after school. It was there that I began to get a taste of putting sentences together in a way that was useful to my life.
I’ve always written to cope.
I started keeping a journal back in school because I’ve always thought documenting was cool. Furthermore, there are moments I was worried I’d forget.
After a while of the journal it sort of manifested into an obsession. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I recall waking up from colourful dreams at 4 AM to write. And I’m not exaggerating. I would wake up to a dream so vivid that I could no longer sleep and had to write it down. It was also around this time that I developed my first concept for a novel—very few people know this but there’s even a working title.
But that all came to a halt when I found blogging in early 2008. Through no word of a lie, within a week of reading my first blog, I started one of my own. The domain was elitescheming.blogspot.ca which is actually still an active domain. It appears that someone scooped up the domain but kept the site headline as is—‘The Collection’ appears upon reaching the domain. What’s even more telling about my love for blogging, though, is that I proceeded to start 4 more blogs shortly after. I really wanted to be a full-time blogger right away, but I ended up giving up on all those blogs except one in an attempt to start a company. It all makes sense now.
I’ve always liked to write letters.
I wasn’t able to locate a quote, but there’s an old adage about always hiring the candidate who is the best writer. It’s one of the reasons I think that it’s easier for me to get jobs—I can write one hell of a cover letter.
I don’t like the majority of my writing so far.
I don’t know about how the majority of the blogging community feels about this, but I truly detest the bulk of my writing.
Reading some of my old work is like staring delusion right in the face.
Yes, there are lines I’ve written and thoughts I’ve put out that I’m proud of, but a lot of it makes me sick to my stomach.
I either didn’t take enough time to properly edit or there wasn’t enough reason for actually writing it, making it read more like a text book.
There’s nothing worse than uninspired writing or any kind of uninspired art for that matter.
In reality, it’s the reason I’m not a successful full-time blogger. There’s a lot of blog posts that I could write that would force me to forget my artistic integrity. And frankly, as I’m attempting to articulate in this post, I only care about the creative writing.
I care about it for the love of it and because I’m so fascinated by the great authors of the past. Authors like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and Hunter S. Thompson lived some of the most compelling lives to have ever existed. I write so that I can improve and for some of the reasons stated within this post.
Moreover, I tried being an entrepreneur but it was always about the words.
It took a year off to realize the never not working lifestyle is not for me.
In this short, tribulation-filled life, my personal experience continues dropping hints that life is better lived when you only care about the simpler things.
There’s a vitality found through locating the life that makes you tick.
This post that you are reading here and now is the result of letting go of the status-orientated pressures.
I was finally able to write this post by letting go of what it was suppose to be so that it can become what it actually is.
All I had to do was stop trying to force what was scheduled and just put my soul on the blank page.
I blog for the love of writing and because I believe I have a perspective worth sharing.
As I stated in the beginning, RTC has become a personal development blog on all things progress related. I intend to continue to use this blog as a vehicle to improve and to share thoughts in an original way.
Question: What is your favourite part about blogging and why did you start? What have you learned from it thus far?