Some Reasons of Why I Write

I write because I’ve always liked it. It doesn’t matter in what language I do it.
I love Spanish and its words, but I love words more than any language.
So now I write in English because it reaches more people;
because writing gives me comfort, a sense of relief and accomplishment,
the accomplishment of what? It doesn’t matter.
And of course, I write because it’s a pretentious thing.

Long ago, the owner of the coffee shop where I used to sit down and write, called me a writer. Back then I told him that I wasn’t a writer, but he insisted that clearly, I was. Nobody else has ever called me a writer.

I didn’t grow-up in Canada, and my parents are not baby boomers, so I was never encouraged to pursue an artistic activity in which I didn’t have any talent (and of course, I wasn’t made believe that I could make a living out of it!).  I  secretly admire those untalented people who try to make a living out of their talent, but most of the times, I feel a ravenous need to stop them (This is the subject of a different post, you have no idea all the thoughts I have about this topic).

But going back to my writing, I don’t even think I’m a creative person.
Writing doesn’t define me,
but at the same time, I’m not defined by a single category,
but by an intersection of many (yes, you can tell I was trained by overeducated white feminists): race, colour, religion, gender, age, class, immigration, ability.

I’ve been writing for years, and I love it. It is one of the few things that motivates me when I’m sad.


About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read ( I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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