I started writing in college, while taking a creative writing course. The lecturer, a woman who had just received her MFA in creative writing, was a very gentle about introducing us to the beauty of stories and languages. I enjoyed her class and even after the class ended, her love for language stuck with me.
Over the years, I kept at it, in a pretty haphazard fashion. Then, a couple years ago, I began writing regularly. Writing slowly turned into a daily habit. Little snippets of writing, bigger essays, stories. Little by little, I became acquainted with the use of language.
I get frustrated easily. I also psych myself out. In the beginning I am enthusiastic. Then the doubts usually creep in. But something about writing - the slow accumulation of ideas and phrases - keeps me going. And here's the thing - most of what I write doesn't get used. At least not when I write it. But the longer I've kept at writing, the more I find myself using phrases and ideas that, when I first came up with them, weren't useful. Then, as time goes on and I expand my database, some of these ideas and phrases take on new uses.
In some ways, the process of learning how to write has taught me to keep going. To have patience with myself. And to take things, one step at a time, one piece at a time, until you reach a point at which things start to come together.