Reflections on the Basis of Writing

I am quite egregious at writing. It's just that plain and simple. The words don't come to me by second nature and the various points that rattle around my brain I can never seem to bring to fruition. So why do I write? I write because of men like Edmund Burke. An Irish statesman and philosopher, he was once quoted for saying: “To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.” He understood the value of applying what was written to his own thought; considering what he read as something more to reap from and less to flirt with idle time.

In the same way, I have viewed my everyday written text as works to carefully scrutinize and ponder. I will admit, time is taxed by this manner. But I believe there's no other way to make every jot and tittle count. Therefor, as examples, the main focus of my article will be my own humble attempts at poetry, automotive cataloging, and daily devotions.

The first is quite simple and rather explains my writing's development, or lack thereof. I started writing most of my poetry at about sixteen and garnered steam from there. Using pictures ...