Writers have different reasons for picking up a pen and making it a profession. It happens differently for everyone. But for me, I think Sylvia Plath perfectly sums it up. I want to have lived my life to the fullest and get to write about it. (To write it well if a pretty sweet bonus.) There’s a shame in experiencing so many good stuff but not knowing how to express it in words.
It started with keeping a diary when I was in middle school, then moving on to have a blog when I reached high school. There’s something incredibly fulfilling with telling my story and having people read about it. I guess this is the main reason why I love reading memoirs and auto-biographies, especially of authors I admire. I love reading them talk about their lives beyond the pages of their novels and short stories. There’s something uniquely interesting with learning how writers have lived.
I am far from being eloquent enough to make my life sound engaging or even the slightest bit exciting. But I plan to read as many memoirs and to live as much as possible to make sure that my life is one for the books. I hope that’s not wishing for too much. But it definitely is one of my biggest dreams to write a memoir. I just hope that I’ll have enough material to write about.