A few months ago, I chatted with a friend who was excited to share updates on her illustration class. We are both Designers and discussed how art has always been a part of our lives. She described a mini version of herself, who, as a child, would draw and paint non-stop. I left the conversation feeling inspired by her and a little lost for myself.
She’s kept her inner child alive through art. Did I do the same? Yes, I love what I do, but is Design my childhood calling? As I scanned my memory bank for my beloved childhood hobbies, I realized that they were reading and writing. For Christmas, I would ask for books like Aesop’s Fables, read them several times over, and then write my own stories profusely. My creative tools weren’t markers and paintbrushes; they were pencils and words.
Despite not becoming a professional writer, writing is still a creative source I often tap. In the agency world, I’ve worked on several branding and campaign concepts. A significant component of my work is communicating the ideas behind the visuals to clients. By incorporating descriptive copy into my presentations, clients understand the creative solutions better.
When I attended SXSW, writing translated the lessons that overloaded my brain into insights I could share with others. When I moved to Shanghai, writing helped me process and share my experience with those curious to follow along. It seems writing has always been there for me—but I had blinders on to its presence.
When I consider what kind of writer I am, I reflect on these examples for commonalities and see an attempt at authenticity and understanding in each story. With a lot of my writing rooted in my own thoughts and experiences, it also becomes personal. No matter the topic, I hope my voice is genuine and that the audience senses that. I’m excited to focus intentionally on my writing, build my voice, and dive deeper into the world or writing I immersed myself in as a child.