The Writer…

I told myself I was going to hit the bed early and attempt to rise at an appropriate time, yet I find myself laying here torn between the pen and the keyboard. I’ve had this lingering desire all day to write down my thoughts and analyze these intricate revelations. I could have easily grabbed my lovely journal, but I’d rather write down my thoughts in a blog format.

When I write I feel absolute. It doesn’t matter if I’m writing a proposal, an article on some rapper I could care less about, a editorial on my blog, or an academic essay; I enjoy the the writing process. Ever since I was young I always had this intrinsic passion for the art of words. I may have had issues when it came to determining the grammatical structure of a sentence, but I would ignore the serious grammar issues and let the words possess me.

I didn’t want to sit around and study the defining qualities of conjunctions, prepositions, adverbs, and such. I just wanted to write. I was the kid in the classroom that got excited when a teacher would assign the class a written assignment longer than 2 pages. Any subject you can name, I’d write a paper on it in a heartbeat. I will write about anything, as long as I’m able to construct a well written piece and have it reach an audience. Even if that audience is a professor, at least someone will be reading it and will provide adequate feedback. Most of the papers I’ve written in school have received an A or A+ grade. There have been only at the most 8 papers throughout my entire academic history I have received a lower grade on. I could sit here and actually tell you the context of each of those papers, but that would be frivolous.

My point is, I’m a writer. I wouldn’t even be Jasmine McGee if I didn’t write. I couldn’t imagine being Jasmine “the dancer” or Jasmine “the scientist.” I may have a fascination with other subjects and fields of exploration in life, but writing is my preferred element of exploration. Writing gives me the ability to explore a range of topics. From the abstract theories to the basic essentials of life; I write about anything my mind intercepts and perceives of great importance.

The past few days the topic of writing has been weighing heavy on my mind. As I’m reaching the final year of college, I’m beginning to realize that I don’t have a dream job as a writer. I used to have this passion to be the next best pop culture writer of our Nation, but as glamorous as it sounds, it’s vague. It would be somewhat difficult to ascertain a job as just a “pop culture writer.” I’d need to narrow it down to a specific category within pop culture and that is something I can’t won’t do. I don’t want to just write about hip-hop all day or pinpoint the downfalls and benefits of dating/relationships; that isn’t a dream job.I’ve written for free and have paid my dues to the point where my resume is quite impressive, but I’m exhausted. I don’t have a dream of getting a job at a hotshot magazine or being on staff at a newspaper.

My dream job, well…I don’t necessarily have a specific title in mind. I do however, want to continue my pursuit of happiness in the writing process. I want the words I write to make a difference on some level, which is why I’m beginning to fall in love with proposal writing. The Technical writing class I’ve taken this semester and the Business writing class I took last semester, have tapped into the true power of my writing. I have this wonderful ability to write about important social issues, government projects, and other topics that benefit society.

An excellent writer shouldn’t be confined to one topic. I may have an expertise in expressing my opinions on the arts, but I’m also skilled in writing about science, health, social issues, world causes, and topics surrounding government. As a writer you have this amazing ability to research an array of topics and wear many hats, but you have to pick one that will at least feed the beast and pay the bills. When I say “feed the beast,” I’m referring to that untamed frustration writers experience when they are estranged from the pen, keyboard, or perhaps both.

As I daydream about my future goals as a writer, only a few things come to mind. I will always write my opinions down in my journal and my blog. That is an aspect of my voice as a writer that can’t be taken away from me. My blog and my journal are the creative outlets in which I explore the thoughts in my noggin. Once I graduate and hopefully go to graduate school at George Mason University, I will utilize my writing skills for the greater good of society. After spending time with my dad (he guided me on a proposal for class), a Senior Proposal Writer, I’ve began to see how cool it is to work for a technological company and the government. My dad took his degree in Comparative Literature from Princeton and used it to write award winning proposals that help the government and humanity; very cool!

I don’t know where I will end up as a writer, but I do know that I would like to potentially work for the federal government and use my writing skills to make a difference. I may not change the world, but if I worked for an agency in the federal government that improved/sustained society, then I’d feel like I’m doing my part as a writer. The journey of a writer is one that requires willingness and commitment. As I writer I’m not afraid to make mistakes. I’ve written about a wide range of subjects, but every word I’ve ever typed has pushed me closer towards finding my niche. In the same way I write articles, my life is a collection of words being organized into sentences and paragraphs. The only difference is, my life isn’t always grammatically correct…

Candid thoughts from ThinkSoul25.

©Jasmine McGee

ThinkSoul25

http://thinksoul25.com

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