The world revolves around writing. Isn’t it amazing? Talented artists can say what they want, but ultimately what sells is the writing.
An actor reads dialogue. A writer provided the dialogue.
Television or movie producers envision the scenes on a script. A screenwriter wrote the script.
A singer belts out lyrics. I don’t think I have to elaborate.
Books, Magazines, greeting cards, advertisements, speeches, declarations, announcements…the list can go on forever.
The bottom line. Writing is part of life.
It communicates to us. It tells us the morning news, and what the weather will be like this afternoon.
It announces a new product, or reinvents an old one. It introduces us to history, or gives us a glimpse of the future.
It teaches proper grammar, algebra and ethics.
It promotes an ideal, or bashes an opinion. It expresses love, hate, passion, disinterest, indignation, praise, scorn, life and death.
I don’t know why I’m raving about this. I think because I just realized what an important job we have.
And I say we very loosely. Only a selected few get to write for the world to read.
But if deep down inside, you cherish every word. If in the pits of your soul, you clamor for a pen and paper (or a keyboard in our day and age) to truly express yourself.
If the only way you know to tell everyone what you think, how you feel, what you imagine is through words, then most likely you’re a writer.
And as writers, we need to continue writing. In a society where it seems that words get lost in the media, I think it’s important to still see the greatness of the written word.
Lets instill it in our children. Let them love reading, and they’ll come to appreciate writing.
My daughter goes to bed with a book clutched under her arm. It warms me to know that she loves her books, and never will there be no time for reading in our home. I think I’ve started a tradition.
Hopefully from my household will stream a slew of readers.
And maybe a few writers.
My daughter comes to me with a pen and asks for paper.
Can I write too daddy? She asks. I can only smile as I hand over the paper.
Time for writing….
All the time in the world.