When I took journalism. I've learned the techniques and technicality of writing and grammar. I started throwing away my previous poems and essays. I rewrite and edit until I was able to see the structure clear and crisp. I learned to listen to people as they spoke and edit their grammars to my head. In every edit, I felt triumph. In every edit, I lost the chance to hear their stories.
Years after I realised that in my attempt to get better and acceptable turned me into a fearful observer. I stopped writing and if need to for work, it would take me so much time to write a two-paragraph email. I lost my voice and my drive to continue writing and improving.
But one day I met an entrepreneur by the street and her story moved me. I felt that her story must be told and that I will tell it in my own voice whether I am using the right technique or if I'm being clear enough or if I'm thinking about my audience. I want to write her story for me and for those people who think that stories are stories no matter how they are told.
I won't discount the value of telling a good story in an excellent way. I still feel that we owe it every story to be told well. However, I am the only person who can tell about the people I am meeting and the impact they have on me. There will be no one in this world who can feel what i felt and I owe it to the world to tell them.
To the one reading this who is capable of writing. I hope to learn from you. To those who are like me, still grasping for the right word but would cry for every sight of good story, I hope to hear from you. Feel free to edit my lines, my thoughts and let's make a wonderful world of friendship.
I will devote my first blog to the entrepreneurs that you will not frequently read from magazines. Entrepreneurs that I will meet on the streets and those that will make me care.
Tomorrow you will read the first one.
