Why Do I Write....
In response to a previous blog posting asking Why Do You Write?, Bob Warterfield from Tulsa wrote:
"I write because I am addicted to words and ideas. There is no stronger narcotic.
I have found no sweeter release than to feel the surge of endorphins as words begin to flow and an emerging story takes its first breath of life. I have felt no lower level of withdrawal than during those intermittent failed connections with my muse; my junkie. Fortunately, inspiration is never far away and my habit is easily sustained."
Bob Warterfield
Tulsa, OK
Let me know why you write..
And here's one on "What do you wear when writing?" From Crystal
"What to wear while writing. What warms the body and stimulates the mind.
Heat and crystal. Long earrings whether it be night or day. A shawl, silk or cashmere or wool (no fur). Sandals and blue painted nails. Make up off except for eyeliner and your glass of wine. the black watch flannel gown and bunny rabbit shoes or the black knit long gown with naked feet suggesting sex and suspense.
In the morning, I find a heating pad and freezing cold coke with some sweetish leftover. Again, the earrings, perhaps today my red crystal ones or then, the blue star of davids are nice. I have scrubbed my face of make up and face the screen with grandmother's young face. The Timex watch obediently blinks on digital time, my silver bracelet is cold against my skin. I always wish I COULD STILL smoke, push the thought from my mind, and drink deeply of the coke. I will need the shawl for today.
It is not aesthetics. Just warmth and crystal."
Crystal Post
"I write because I am addicted to words and ideas. There is no stronger narcotic.
I have found no sweeter release than to feel the surge of endorphins as words begin to flow and an emerging story takes its first breath of life. I have felt no lower level of withdrawal than during those intermittent failed connections with my muse; my junkie. Fortunately, inspiration is never far away and my habit is easily sustained."
Bob Warterfield
Tulsa, OK
Let me know why you write..
And here's one on "What do you wear when writing?" From Crystal
"What to wear while writing. What warms the body and stimulates the mind.
Heat and crystal. Long earrings whether it be night or day. A shawl, silk or cashmere or wool (no fur). Sandals and blue painted nails. Make up off except for eyeliner and your glass of wine. the black watch flannel gown and bunny rabbit shoes or the black knit long gown with naked feet suggesting sex and suspense.
In the morning, I find a heating pad and freezing cold coke with some sweetish leftover. Again, the earrings, perhaps today my red crystal ones or then, the blue star of davids are nice. I have scrubbed my face of make up and face the screen with grandmother's young face. The Timex watch obediently blinks on digital time, my silver bracelet is cold against my skin. I always wish I COULD STILL smoke, push the thought from my mind, and drink deeply of the coke. I will need the shawl for today.
It is not aesthetics. Just warmth and crystal."
Crystal Post
posted by Emily Hanlon at
12/02/2004 08:02:00 PM
1 Comments:
Why do I write?
Your journey inspires me, so from a laptop half a world away, I have tagged along. The magical thing is, I almost feel as if I am looking into a mirror of my self when I read your words. If someone were to ask me why I write, I would say because I have to, because at the age of seven I was ‘visited’ by writing, and I knew from that moment that I was created for that purpose more than any other. So I spent years of my life writing: as I ate my breakfast cereal; on my way to school; writing away bullies and racism; writing maths and physics into oblivion; writing through college, courtship and marriage, through diapers and dinners and dishes; through summer vacations, weddings and funerals. I would take on a new job, and instead of thinking how to advance my career or be worthy of a promotion, I would wonder how the job would make a better writer of me.
But ironically, in all that time I rarely ever put pen to paper to let the words take form; I was writing only within the walls of my mind. Isn’t that sad? I must blame my inner critic, for it is easier than blaming the outer dreamer who wandered through the decades, knowing what she wanted, but not having the courage or the confidence to take a first step. My inner critic knew this, and like the devil, took full advantage of my uncertainties for years. It (or perhaps ‘it’ is actually a ‘he’) made every effort to extinguish the spark, kill the spirit, every time I tried to piece together thoughts and feelings. It has taken me a long time and a lot of effort to silence him, and to emerge a stronger, more self-assured woman. He still lurks somewhere, of course, huddled in a corner: a dull, horrid goblin who opens his ugly mouth from time to time to let out a disheartening wail when he clashes with the beautiful colours of my soul. Sometimes he succeeds in dimming a little of my creative light, but never again will I let him control me or drag me into darkness. There is great and noble beauty hidden within so many of us, and a Divine gift that yearns to be unwrapped, so of other writers I urge: do not waste half a lifetime fretting over the menace of a worthless goblin; silence him today. He is only jealous of what God has bestowed upon you. Only if you silence him can you unfold and share the uniqueness of your soul.
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