Choosing
Did you choose to be a writer, or did writing choose you? There's a writing prompt for you. A full essay can be written in answer to this one simple question.
I've run across references to our choice to be a writer a few times recently. The first one was the opening sentence of today's post. This weekend I read a book called The Book of Dreams by Nina George. One of the characters is a book publisher. A piece of dialogue stood out for me. She said:
" Many people only discovered here in this city that they could--or had to--be writers. You cannot decide to become a writer. You either are one or you aren't."
A 13-year-old gifted boy later in the book says the following:
"A story found me in Oxford. That's what always happens: stories find you."
Another one I found in a 1st Place Essay in The Writer magazine. Bonnie Hearn Hill said:
"Now I know that we don't pick writing, writing picks us."
I thought about those comments after I finished the book (one I'd recommend, by the way. Read about it at Amazon ) I spiraled back to my first thoughts of pursuing the writing world, and I asked myself if I chose writing or if it picked me. Maybe the latter because there was always a desire to write from childhood on. I didn't follow up on that desire for a good many years, but the yen never left. Maybe my muse was following me all my life, tapping me on the shoulder, begging me to start writing more than school assignments. I ignored her much longer than I should have. I probably gave her gray hair!
We've all heard religious leaders saying they had been 'called' to serve, or teachers who have been 'called' to teach. It's very possible you and I have been 'called' to serve in the writing field. As writers, we do serve others as well as satisfy ourselves.
If you're a writer who has slipped in and out of the writing world, you might ask yourself why you came back to writing. What was it that made you want to try again? Is writing so much a part of who we are that, once started, we can't totally leave it?
The second quote above regarding stories finding us runs in the same vein. Sometimes, a story does find us, almost knocks us over the head. It's up to us to latch on and make something of it.
So, what is it? Did you choose to be a writer, or did writing choose you?



