Not very long ago, an interviewer had asked what writing means to me.
The Free Dictionary describes as the main definition of the writing act – “To form (letters, words, or symbols) on a surface such as paper with an instrument such as a pen.”
Merriam Webster dictionary states as the first definition that “the activity or work of writing books, poems, stories, etc.” equals “writing”.
Well… for me, the main definition is more appropriate to Wikipedia‘s explanation. “Writing is a medium of human communication that represents language and emotion through the inscription or recording of signs and symbols. In most languages, writing is a complement to speech or spoken language. Writing is not a language but a form of technology.”
Yes, I see writing as a form of technology. A non-conventional technology according with the general view of what technology means.
For me, the writing act always meant a form of communication without any blockages, between my interlocutors and I. I have to admit… I am the kind of human being who expresses herself better through writing than by speaking.
Not that I would ever have a reason to complain about my speech. Not at all… but… whenever I have a talk, and I expose my point of view, I notice that after several days, the real amazing ideas “hit” the portion of my brain in charge of the verbal communication. These ideas are the kind that leaves the interlocutor mesmerized.
When I decided to become a writer, I considered writing to be my tool through which I could communicate to my readers the various knowledge and bits of information gained in almost half a century. I am usually self-taught, and I have to admit that I love to immerse myself in old manuscripts; old coded texts from various domains. It seems that this is what I need to function at full capacity in this world.
In fact, I suppose that I miss the old times from my teenage years when in order to raise my adrenaline level, I declared myself some kind of a Superman, who was always on duty to save humanity and the planet… especially when it came to a street fight.
Nowadays, possessing a higher level of wisdom, it seems that the fights that I once loved so much, don’t give me the necessary level of emotions anymore. And… guess what? I studied and studied… until one day I had a revelation and found a replacement for that lack… I found the writing act.
Do you somehow think that writing is not something that’s exciting? Wow! Believe me… I was never in a more alert state than I am now. Being what is labeled as a serial procrastinator, the level of my adrenaline is raised to a maximum level when I try to write a book in only one day… and this is only because from, let’s say 30 days planned out for the process, I succeed to procrastinate the first 29, and so I have to re-plan everything for the last day. Of course, my ego doesn’t let me miss a deadline.
Believe me… this is REAL adrenaline!
But… what about YOU, my dear friend? What does Writing mean to You?