So. It’s been a while.
During this past month, I’ve been chipping away at my second novel’s second draft.
Editing. A single word that strikes fear into the hearts of humans in general. These past few weeks, I’ve been going, going, going. And I’m not even doing NaNoWriMo. I’ve been so caught up in my creation that I’ve forgotten the reason I write.
To glorify my maker.
For all of you non-believers, there’s a second reason I write: because it gives me joy. The ability to create is a gift that all humans have: be it art, music, words, a cool and effective new soccer move–God has given us all the ability to create because #1: when we create it is glorifying to him, and #2: it’s fun!
It’s so easy to get caught up in all the things the world has to offer. You write a book, and have the ability to publish it for the world to see! You create a work of art, and everyone is amazed at your skill. There are so. Many. Things. In a world where there are countless possibilities, it’s easier than ever to forget the reason why we create; in this case, why we write. Durning this month in particular, so many people across the nation are caught up in word counts, accountability, impressing– many don’t take time to see the beauty of the creating process.
I know that almost all of you want to see your work in print. Some of you already have. (Congrats.) But if that is the sole reason you write, to see the finished product, to be recognized, it may just be that your heart is in the wrong place.
I’ve been in that place for so long, guys. I was so focused on getting to the end, tearing through that finish line–I missed out on so much joy that could’ve been had.
When we create, we see words that before seemed dull come to life. We create beauty out of dust, as it would seem, just as God did at the dawn of time. If God had been focused on finishing as quickly as possible, do you think you would be the beautiful person you are today? Your body is compromised of parts so tiny, so complicated, that even the most skilled scientist cannot reproduce them. You are a wonder, intricately woven in your mother’s womb.
As writers, we have the ability to create something beautiful, something powerful. Words have power. Words have the ability to change people.
So if we have this ability, why do we rush through it for something that may or may not ever happen?
If you didn’t know, Vincent van Gogh was barely recognized for most of his life. He lived in a world compromised of himself and his art, and created beautiful things because it brought him joy, not because he received any praise or money in return. (And look where he is now!)
So for all of you writers out there, I’m pleading with you. Don’t write for the wrong reason. Write to create beauty, to make an impact on the world around you. When others see the joy you have in just being with your art–not looking for reward–you will inspire them.
Don’t underestimate your ability to inspire just because you’re a teen. Others are watching you: be it your siblings, your parents, the neighbor next door–let’s rise up. Let’s do the thing nobody else does and find joy in the little things. Be that person doing NaNoWriMo who loves creating beautiful work more than writing 1,000 words in less than an hour. If every one of your 50,000 words is written with as much love as you were created with, you will have done something incredible.
Don’t give up!
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