Who is the writer in you?
Who is writing your stories? How intimately do you know that part of you?
Do you trust yourself to write in total freedom or are you afraid of exposing
yourself? To whom? Mother? Father? Child? God? Self?
Have you met any new parts of yourself on your writing journey?
Do you delight in these parts? Take them on a walk? Out for coffee, tea, wine or a beer? You might be surprised...
Sound nutty?
Ask yourself how far you will go in letting your imagination guide you.
The imagination is like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets!
"We are all guilty of crime the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What those powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite we will realize the day we admit to ourselves that imagination is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring."
--Henry Miller
Do you trust yourself to write in total freedom or are you afraid of exposing
yourself? To whom? Mother? Father? Child? God? Self?
Have you met any new parts of yourself on your writing journey?
Do you delight in these parts? Take them on a walk? Out for coffee, tea, wine or a beer? You might be surprised...
Sound nutty?
Ask yourself how far you will go in letting your imagination guide you.
The imagination is like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it gets!
"We are all guilty of crime the great crime of not living life to the full. But we are all potentially free. We can stop thinking of what we have failed to do and do whatever lies within our power. What those powers that are in us may be no one has truly dared to imagine. That they are infinite we will realize the day we admit to ourselves that imagination is everything. Imagination is the voice of daring."
--Henry Miller
posted by Emily Hanlon at
11/18/2004 09:52:00 AM
1 Comments:
Who are you afraid of exposing yourself to. Well, for starters, me. Being drawn to the less than joyful parts of life, there is always the danger some line could be crossed that should not be crossed. That is ICK; that is me.
Then, there is the cosposite reader who is mostly my father. He sees my writing as superficial; adolescent; lacking in pristine grammar; not typed well enouogh; too emotional; bringing up subjects better left buried; writing only for shock value and more, more, more. As it happens, I am a better writer than my father. But early lessons live deep inside. I cannot imagine being so cruel to someone creating anything- a dinner, a poem. Perhaps I will write about him one day. The Nazi who takes communion and takes me to the library. Hard ambiguity and conflict life poses for us.
He sees me as a student hack while he publishes along in his modest magazines, but still, the articles are published and the checks come in.
I think in some piece of writing this reader is going to have to bite the dust. If I were not still afraid, I would have simply said, "I willl have to kill him." (Ahhhhh poo. Sentences transposed themselves. well, I'm too tired to figure out how to change.
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