Moving Away from Writing

I’m moving away from writing today.  I wanted to discuss my classroom students a good teacher learns from your students the day you stop learning is the day you stop teaching.  I’m writing this log using voice recognition software to save some time.

I’ve been given the opportunity to help people change their lives for the past five years.  I cannot describe what a feeling of satisfaction that brings me.  The pay’ s nothing to scream about, but the rewards teaching and helping people outweigh the lack in pay.  The only thing that can measure up to this feeling of satisfaction is the immense pleasure  I am given when I write.  Writing for me is more than just a habit.  It is a way of life.  I cannot imagine what it would be like to not know how to write.  Yet, many of the students that I teach are not blessed with this ability.

It is my hope that one day at least one of my students read this blog.  I hope that they understand or perhaps they come to understand what it’s like to write.  The sense of accomplishment, the diligence that it takes, and the effort to create the perfect story is always locked in the back of your mind.  I often listen to music when I write, it’s not so much soothing music that I look for, but music that evokes pictures in my mind.  It is as if the music that I am listening to creates a symphony of words in my mind.  The story, the characters, plot, all seem to come to life my mind.  It is as if the entire book from start to finish is pre-mapped and ready to be placed on paper or in my word processor.

It is interesting that what I’m writing still seems to move back to my writing, even though my title for this post is “moving away from writing”.  Well, it is getting late.  I only give myself one hour to complete my writing tasks before I go to sleep.  So for now, I bid you good night.

How I write

As one moves through life, they pick up different things.  I pick up stories.  Not stories from other people mind you, but stories from my own imagination.  My stories are borne of my life, my travels, and the people I have met.

If you know about storytelling, some of the best stories were accompanied by music.  It has been surmised by many anthropologists that drums were used at first.  By the time we reach the ancient Greeks, we find that music was used as a background to enhance the story.  For so many years, music has shaped my life.  Would it interest you to know that I listen to music while I write?  Yes, music is the soul of my story, and my story is my composition.  Music allows me to compose vivid imagery, that like a negative, imparts itself in the mind of my reader.

There is not one person I have spoken to, who has not been able to see what I see as they read.  For me, it is that they can hear my song.  If you can hear the background of my story, then you can see the colors that I paint, the way the characters feel, the way the plot unfolds.  Because like life, my plots follow what must be — not good or bad, but what the way the story has to start, and end.