The World According to Renee

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Why I Write

I don’t normally cry in movies (although I came very close to tears during Marley and Me) but a good book will bring on the tears. Stunning imagery, swept off the page, hurtling itself into my imagination where it’s given life, colour and meaning. Maybe that’s the reason movies are never as good as the book?)

Writers write for all sorts of reasons. I’m writing right now to get these thoughts out of my head before I go to sleep (somewhere in the dreamland, they’ll be lost forever). Judy Blume writes to share her childhood with readers. Maya Angelou has a story that “needs to be told”. Fran Drescher, in her book Cancer Schmancer, wrote so her experiences may help someone in the same predicament. Some people write because the characters formed in their minds need to be expressed, Others write to allow their thoughts of the world to be preserved on paper (or electronically) for a range of reasons, like an ego boost. There’s a current story about a blog hoax which has piqued my interest. The blog, called A Gay Girl in Damascus, has been revealed to be a fake blog written by a straight Scottish guy. The blog chronicled the hardships encountered by a lesbian woman in Syria. When the supposed cousin of the blogger revealed that the Gay Girl had been attacked and arrested, an international outpouring of support reverberated, culminating in calls for the Syrian government to free their hostage. Facebook support pages were set up and it was a trending topic on Twitter for a month. Only in the past few days has the extent of the hoax become public (there’s an excellent wikipedia article chronicling this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amina_Abdallah_Araf_al_Omari)

I like words. I write better than I speak. Whenever I have something really important to say to someone, I write them a letter. Some letters were never sent. Some were. I once wrote to a friend to tell her how badly her betrayal affected me. I wrote to someone else telling them exactly what I thought of them (that was a fun letter to write, very therapeutic). As a teenager, I wrote to my dad to say that I wasn’t OK. I’ve also kept a diary since I was fifteen, getting everything in my head down on paper. (My copywriting coach calls this “the brain dump”.) My love of writing is probably also the reason I send, according to my phone bills, approximately 1100 text messages a month.

Writing was always going to be the only option I pursued in life. Not novels, everyone knows that you don’t make money from those (unless you’re Stephen King or JK Rowling). Copywriting is my chosen profession right now, but eventually I want to write for the media. Maybe a documentary, film or TV. Something where the stories in my head have an avenue to entertain and possibly inspire.

But right now, I’ve gotten these thoughts out of my head, onto an electronic form, able to be read by anyone who passes by, and now, I can sleep.

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June 15, 2011 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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