I started writing in 6th grade when I got picked to be a columnist in our school paper. My English teacher told the class to write an essay on a topic she gave and that she would pick a few who would write for the paper. The school paper was handled by the high school kids and only a few grade schoolers were chosen to represent the grade school. I really didn't think about it. I didn't have any feelings towards writing or the school paper for that matter. It was just another English essay. But then I got picked and that changed something. I don't know why I was chosen, but it made me realize that I had stumbled on to something. I think that was the initial spark. Later into the year, I placed second in an essay writing contest for Civics Week. That turned the spark into a raging fire.
I started writing a lot. Mostly poems, free verse, short prose. Nothing spectacular, mind you. I didn't think (and I don't think now) that the stuff I wrote back then were any good, but written words became my secret weapon. I kept a diary and a separate notebook for scattered, broken thoughts. That Other Notebook was for the rush of words I could not contain inside myself. I didn't share my work though. It was my private thing and I was okay with that.
I wrote during high school and I wrote during college, but less frequently. I discovered blogging and I stopped keeping a journal. I also stopped writing in Other Notebooks. The fire didn't go out, though. It just became a slow steady flame. It's still there.. simmering below the surface. Like a slow and persisting heartache. I think that's actually worse than a blazing inferno.
Which is why I want to use this blog to keep on writing. I already have a personal blog, which in many ways serves as a journal or diary of sorts. This is the Other Blog.
This is a pretty long explanation for this blog. I think mostly this explanation is for me.
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