What is this mysterious thing we call “writing”?
The scratching of a well-loved pencil on the back of an envelope… The smooth strokes of a gel-ink pen on a crisp new notebook… the relentless tapping of fingers on a lap-top keyboard… These are the things we see, hear, feel.
But what is writing?
Putting abstract, complex, nebulous ideas, thoughts, emotions and images into concrete symbols…
If you think about it, the whole concept is incredibly fascinating. We start out with some kind of idea in our minds: a new connection is made between two things, or we discover a new way of looking at a problem, or things learned in one book combine with what is happening in your life to create something totally different…
Somehow, in the brilliant creation that is the human mind, we have the learned ability to translate odd markings on paper or on a screen into words: words that correspond with something you are familar with elsewhere. They mean something–it isn’t just that you know how they sound: you know what they mean. And not only are we able recognize and comprehend individual words– we also arrange them in certain patterns which create a sentence: a complete thought, an idea, an image.
Simply by arranging these characters in such a way as to create a word, and then arranging multiple words to form sentences, and sentences to form paragraphs, we can convey our experiences, make people laugh (or cry), create new ideas, educate and inform, transform worldviews, entertain (or bore), and a whole host of other things.
Amazing, isn’t it?
And even more incredible is the God who invented the whole system. Think about it: all of this originated in the mind of God. Language begins with Him. Writing was His idea.
And am I ever grateful He thought up writing!
This is an example of free writing, sort of. I guess you could call it focused free writing: I had an idea, and then wrote whatever came to mind from that idea. (I wrote this yesterday, but had it post today so it would show up separately from my first post.)