Why I Write

I've always loved reading as a child. I think that it was in 4th grade when I decided I didn't want to write just when we had to do creative writing for a grade. I believe that sparked the flame of my passion to write.

I put my all into my short stories that I would write. I would write lunch, indoor recess, and when I was done packing up at the end of the day. I then would bring it home and work on it even more after my homework.

One day, we had a writing competition. I was so excited for this day, and was waiting for it all year. I planned the whole day before we were supposed to write it out in class (to prevent adult help). The prompt was about someone extremely forgetful. My submission didn't even get considered, and I felt extremely horrible. I kept writing until the end of the year, but soon my joy of it died down.

For a whole year, I didn't write. Even in the writing competition, I didn't feel like writing well. I didn't think it was necessary, so I found other ways to entertain myself. It never felt the same, and I regret all the wasted time. I did write some stories with my friends, but I only wrote with them because that made them happy.






























When I got into 6th grade, the year started out as it had the year before. Then, we had our first creative writing assignment. I hadn't realized why I didn't love writing before. We were given the assignment of writing a historical fiction essay. I would've never picked up a book about something before I was born if it had been my choice. I now saw what I was missing out on. I think my genre might have changed a bit over that summer break. I think that's what prevented me from writing.

I don't necessarily write today because I want it to be my business. I write because I want to share the joy that I have. If you're freaked out with the worlds in my head, that's okay! There's a book for everyone, but you just have to find yours.

"Till we meet again..."





















~ R. A. Oke