So here I am. 24 and writing without an assignment for the first time in my life. There doesn't need to be a thesis statement, five paragraphs, or a set rhyme scheme. And while this could easily happen in a marble composition book that I squirrel away in my junk drawer, it's not. It's happening here on the world wide web for mass consumption (or rejection). It's happening here and not in some marble composition book because it won't happen in the book. I've tried that and those notebooks, unfortunately, atrophy in my junk drawer next to the owner's manual for my coffee maker and a pair or sunglasses missing a lens. I've never been disciplined about writing on my own unless there's an audience. Unless I know someone might see it and care about my writing it stays in my head. Which may also have something to do with my being 24 and undeniably of the Facebook generation for whom the notion of having an audience, even if it's only of our "friends," is completely natural. In fact, one feels the pull of said audience like a phantom limb. Which is why we're always letting everyone know when we've eaten some killer granola or had a great time (or rather taken a bunch of pictures of us having a great time).
And I'm writing because it makes me feel good. It always has. Even when I was doing so because of some edict said by some history teacher or poetry professor from on high. And not a lot of other things make me feel good right now.
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