The Cryptic Writer

This question has always bugged me. But at some point, often many, a writer will be asked what made them choose to write.

I think the best way to describe it is by using one of Whoopi Goldberg’s movies. Everyone has seen Sister Act. The movie I am referencing is Sister Act 2. (Forgive my memory, my movie is currently packed *rolls eyes*

Whoopi Goldberg goes back to the sisters in order to help them with their new challenge. The sisters have taken on a school, and want Whoopi Goldberg, whom is the character Delores van Cartier is once again disguised as “Sister Mary Clarence”, to be their music teacher.

She does and then becomes determined to save the school which is threatening to close down. At the urging of the sisters, Whoopi turns the music class into a choir and they begin the journey to be the best choir in the state.

At one point, one of the best singers in the class is pulled out of it because of a too controlling, but well-meaning mother. Whoopi misunderstands and starts “dogging” the girl. Finally, in frustration, Whoopi corners the girl and hands her a book.

She tells the girl that the author of the book had been receiving letters by another person who wanted him to read their work. They wanted to know if they were good enough to become an author themselves. The author’s response was to write the book, which said basically;

“If you wake up in the morning and think of nothing but writing, then you were meant to be a writer.”

Whoopi then transposes writing with singing, and writer with singer. The girl reads the book and shows up at the next class. If you want to know more about the movie, watch it. There are a couple of chilling scenes. Well, chilling in a very good and warm feeling way.

That sentence is what I am referencing to. If you think about writing a lot, constantly… or if you see something and think about writing it down on a regular basis, guess what? You are meant to be a writer. This same system goes with any practice or job. If you think about it constantly, then that is your signal. It doesnt matter what that dream is. It doesn’t even matter how other people view it. As in Sister Act 2, the mother did not want the girl to sing. I promise that the end of that scenario is a worth a look or a dozen.

I can garantee that if you dont persue that dream, even if it seems silly, you will forever regret it.

I write because it is who and what I am. I am made up of the language of words. I play with them. I try to place them where they will have the most affect, but in the end, they are me. When they beckon I heed. And I write.

Once, I described my need to write as: “It’s an itch that you can never completely scratch.”