There are four different motives for writing, according to the essay “Why I Write” by George Orwell. After reading this essay I decided to take a look at my motives for writing. The identification of my writing motive didn’t take very long, in fact, it almost happened instantly while reading Orwell’s essay. Sheer egoism, Aesthetic enthusiasm, Historical impulse, and Political purpose; out of these four motives given by Orwell I must say that I find myself more often than not falling under the political purpose category. Orwell describes the political purpose motive as the desire to push the world in a certain direction, to alter other peoples’ idea of the kind of society that they should strive after. I often find myself voicing my opinions on things in the world that I believe are out of place and when given the opportunity, I try to push others in the direction that I believe is right. I believe that this is the case for myself and many others because whenever one feels passionate about something, they want to communicate that passion with everyone, believing that what they have to say could possibly change the mind of their audience. Although this is not the case in every instance, most of the time I write my motive is what George Orwell would call “Political” purpose.
my favorite kind of writing is love letters.
what –the– world –needs now— is love –sweet love
it’s the only thing — that –there’s– just —– to little of.
most of my writing (and this is a small set) is historical because it is my job.
i send emails to get things done by other people for other people.
it’s a pretty good job.
i entertain myself by demonstrating a little wit and fancy here and there but it’s mostly just business or not much gets done.
i would like to develop a modicum of writing skill sufficient to mildly enamour my fellow man and especially the women in a good thing.
i promise to look up that word to make sure i spelled it and used it rightly but for now i’m just enamoured of the sound of it.
i like it when people agree with me but i’m also suspicious of such conditions and tend to attribute the occurence to being initially misunderstood or as an omen that the world is about to end.
so i exaggerate.
but if everyone were to agree with me i would not congratulate myself for attaining amazing powers of persuasion but rather worry how i didn’t remember stumbling into the rabbit hole.