Writing, for me, is an exacerbating and frustrating endeavor. Im miserable at spelling. If it wasnt for spellchecker, I doubt I would pick up a quill and attempt to place any of my many thoughts upon parchment. The other massively and overwhelming difficulty with writing, is the writing. Mark Twain advised all other authors to Write What you Know. That may seem like sage advice, unless you dont know bupkis. Even if you do have a good idea of your subject matter, are you then able to articulate it in such a way that the reader has a clear understanding of your descriptions? I can say for myself, I have read a few authors that left me mystified as to what they were going on about. James Joyce comes to mind, I found Ulysses to be complete utter drunken drivel, a very painful book to have pursued. I only finished it, thinking that somewhere along the line it would get better. Some sixteen hundred pages later, I discovered how wrong my assumption could be. Thats why I dont write drunk. I also cant type as fast as I think, that in and of itself is also a hindrance, as my thoughts run like raging rivers, every drop of water mixing and mingling in a deluge of inspiration, each drop an individual as well as an amalgamation of the whole. Another shortcoming, is having the wisdom to know, I know nothing. Not to say I dont have anything of value to write about, even fiction can sell books but my quandary is more along the line of my guess is as good as yours and youre not likely to change your opinion just because I wrote a few lines, no matter how good the argument. You see, writing is subjective. No matter the skill at wordplay, any writing is subject to the interpretation, comprehension and attention span of the reader. Aside from that, the only other difficulty I have with writing, is that I am tremendously self conscious with tendencies towards levels of low self esteem and with a touch of OCD, I become trepidatious and overtly critical of my own writing, causing me to go over it again and again, editing and redefining my words, never letting the sentence stand, to move off to another thought, another sentence, leaving the last idea to remain what it was originally. Im always left feeling that my writing isnt quite good enough, doesnt quite explain enough, that some how I missed a thought or misspelled a word or mishandled a phrase or left a participle, dangling. Often though, I forgo my fears and trepidations and just write. I write for the pleasure of getting the thoughts from my racing mind, to subdue and capture them, to make my thoughts less phantasmagorical and bind them in a sense, upon the reality of ink and paper. When the words flow easy, much like the river of my thoughts, its an incredible relief. I feel purged and light and a calmness comes over me and I embrace the idea, that any mistake or misquote, is now the problem for the editors.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 23:22:38 +0000
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