A comment someone left on here yesterday made me think about 1) why I like to write and 2) what keeps me doing it.
I’ve been interested in writing as long as I can remember–I would make up character’s names and ages on a yellow legal notepad before I started my story, and would write about six or seven pages of whatever a ten or eleven year-old thought was important. I eventually wrote for my high school’s newspaper and yearbook, and finally decided to major in journalism at IU, where I wrote for the Indiana Daily Student for a short time and tried my hand at broadcasting with IUSTV.
With sports marketing as my minor, I thought it was pretty ingenious of me to combine two areas of interest that I love–writing, and sports. I guess my goal is kind of to be the Erin Andrews of print (however, I would like to be known for my talent…but, I would like to say that I think Erin Adrews is VERY talented and should be recognized for that more often).
I’ll admit, I don’t know a whole lot about baseball. I can tell you what the stats mean and who is in what league, but other than that, I honestly don’t care. There is so much more to every athlete that goes unmentioned, and that is what I love to write about–who they are, specifically when they aren’t in uniform.
Every single person has a story. Have you ever asked someone, “so what’s your story?” What is their response? Probably something along the lines of “I don’t really have one,” “My life is boring,” “Nothing interesting happens to me,” and so on.
But if you ask the right questions, there will be a story. Great stories stem from great conversations, and I think great conversations stem from asking what others don’t.
I keep writing because of the fulfillment I get in translating someone’s life into a story that otherwise wound’t be told. Everyone likes to talk about themselves, and I like to give them a chance to do that.
“To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.”