Today I went to the Toronto Reference Library. It is a massive building that houses thousands of books; books that tell fantastical stories and give us access to priceless information. From time to time, I like to spend an afternoon or morning just to be there. In university, I went to this library when I need a break from the intense environment that was the university libraries. I like the idea of public library; a place where anyone can enter and learn about whatever topic they want. It seems so idealistic and sometimes I like feeling like that. I don’t find the reality that far off. Yes, these public institutions often find themselves underfund and many of the books are outdated, but they exist. There are books on the shelf and there is no boundary stopping you from reading them*. Again, I know my view of this is slightly unrealistic, but sometimes I like to bask in my naïveté.
After taking a moment to remind myself of my love for library, I went searching for the books I wanted. I found the “how to write” section easily (okay, it took me ten minutes to find it because the aisle wasn’t labeled properly. I still maintain my love for the library). Ever since I found myself unemployed a month ago, I started thinking about things I could do with my life aside from what I’ve gone to school for. One of the things was writing. I don’t know what I was going to write about yet. I read one book that said you should write what you know. What do I know? I was certain I didn’t know how to write.
Not knowing how to write concerned me greatly. I have completed somewhere between five to seven years of post-secondary education. I was successful in school and taught grammar. I have two degrees and still I wonder if I know how to write properly. Yes, while in grade school I was diagnosis with a learning disability, but all that means is I have to watch my sentence construction. That doesn’t affect how I organize my thoughts in a manner that logic. No, I just didn’t care. I couldn’t take the time to truly learn how to write a proper essay so I’ve decided to do something about this.
My decision is this – every week I’m going to write an entry that is at least 500 words on a topic that peaks my interest. My goal is not ramble but instead write a concise piece. It could be anything from a review of a new album, book, or television show to an anecdote from my day. So, aside from the length and weekly commitment, absolutely nothing changes on the blog.
I may have written something like this before. My goal is to do this for two months before I assess whether to continue or not.
*There are obvious barriers for people with disabilities and I hope my generalization does not make light of their lives.
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