My favorite part about writing
I am participating in NaBloPoMo and our prompt for the day is: What is my favorite part about writing?
I would have to say it is the ultimate freedom of speech. If I am willing to accept the consequences of my actions then I can say anything I want.
I majored in Communication in grad school. I didn’t enter school thinking I would one day become a star reporter for the local news beat, nor did I think I would be freelancing for the weekly supermarket rag.
I entered university because I love to express my ideas--however they may be different from the majority. When I was in school blogs were just emerging and a person’s daily voice was often huddled, or maybe it should be scuttled away in some dark corner or possibly a journal or (god-forbid I’m a guy!) one of those diaries with the little locks on it.
I found my true passion in those courses with names like: Mass Media Communications, Listening, News Reporting and Writing, and Interpersonal Communication. It was just after 9/11 and I wrote about some topics that got me in a bit of hot water with my instructors. I tackled topics with papers titled: Free Speech and the Churchill Controversy and The Media: Hype or Hypocrisy, among others.
I spoke about what was on my mind and what others were afraid to say at the time. Don’t get me wrong, none of this was propaganda. It was just my view of my surroundings and what was happening in America in one of the most difficult decades of our country’s history.
Even after graduation and plenty of lumps from the faculty I went on to express myself in daily blogs and frequent sojournistic rants on social media sites like Facebook and Twitter. Well, ‘sojournistic’ isn’t really a word but you get what I am saying...
In fact, one of my dear friends said to me, “Dude, you put the most obscure things on Facebook. That’s why I follow you.”
Exactly. That is what I am talking about.
This is why I write. And, this is why I write.
But beware: it is also true that I am an editor’s worst nightmare. I write like I talk. Way to fast and with little worry to grammar or proper punctuation. I know, I know. All of the blogger gods say that content is king and it must be well written. That’s fine but I am not looking to win a Pulitzer. I am merely expressing what is on my mind.
But what a perfect world we live in where I can say anything I want and if I am willing to accept my lumps it is all worth it. How awesome that?