It’s easier to write now, so much so that everyone can call themselves a writer.
You don’t need to be published or write good works. All you need is a computer,
an email account, and a blog. Instantaneously famous!
My grandmother had an old fashioned typewriter, the kind that jammed a lot.
If you didn’t know where the keys were, you had to start over. There was no such
thing as a back space key. No home key, no delete, and if you took the paper out,
there was no way to put it back and line everything up properly.
You literally had to start over.
You couldn’t hit Control Z to go back or Control C & V to copy and paste. You had
to type your project over and over again if you made one tiny mistake. Or if you
had to say something in one article more than once, you had to type it as many
times as it needed to be read.
So often I look at my work and think there’s no way I would have written this much
if I had to use a typewriter. There’s no way I would have ever seen my work in print
at all. It wouldn’t have been impossible but it would have been difficult and
discouraging. Of course, I wouldn’t have known the difference and if one wants
their work in print bad enough, they will find a way.
Are we better off with so many people thinking they can write? How many people
are on sites like Twitter or own several blogs where they ramble on and on about
politics or relationships… or dare I say, poetry.
I’m going to go with yes because to say no would make me a hypocrite. Without
the outlet of writing, I would feel stifled and pushed down into a dark, dark place
I don’t want to dwell. I would be silenced into a nowhere place, someone without
direction or purpose. Perhaps one day my works will be officially published but
until then, I will enjoy the means of sharing my thoughts with those who want to
read them; understanding that many will not even get to the bottom of this post.
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I’m working on getting back into my writing. Moving to a new location stalled me a bit but I’m working hard with my writing group (Fast Fiction Friday) to get myself back in the groove.
Writing poetry is an important part of my life and allows me to work through whatever comes before me.
With all that is happening in the world, writing is a wonderful way of dealing with feelings and expressing myself without coming undone on those around me. It seems that so many people love to attack others for their beliefs, no matter what the subject. It’s as if people make it their goal to find the weakness in others and then dig a hole inside that weakness in order to destroy. It’s enormously frustrating and the Internet has given us a window into the souls of others. It may be easy to hide behind a computer screen, but sooner or later the truth of a person’s soul will show itself to the world and others will know who they are.
My challenge to all writers is to write in order to improve yourself, don’t write to destroy others.
Happy Writing… Move Forward!
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately… finished Game of Thrones and am now reading the second in the series called Clash of Kings. Unfortunately, I’ve noticed throughout my life that when I’m reading a lot, I’m not writing much… and when I’m writing a lot, I’m not reading much. Not sure why exactly since I’ve always considered myself a multi-tasker. I’m sure there’s some logical explanation… personally I think it’s because I get bored with one and therefore lean towards the other until I’m bored again.
In the mean time, I am going to post an old poem from 2010 called Self Inflected Prison… until later… have a great evening!
Warning… this is a very long journal entry… it happens… rarely.
I am writing an epic… which is to say I am writing several poems to form one story. I started it a year or so ago and put it down for a few months. Recently, I picked it up again and wrote several more poems… and then I set it down again the first week of February. Why? Probably boredom or lack of interest. The nice thing about knowing my own mind is that I realize this is just a momentary pause in the process. The bad thing is that I also realize finishing a project is not something I am known for… that is to say, when I finish something, the clouds part, and the choir sings, and the earth trembles because it’s not a common occurrence.
I have a tendency to let outside forces affect my writing. If the ‘fit hits the shan’ in my life, my writing tends to stall or stop all together… mainly because I’m too mad to write. Some people’s writing thrives when things go bad… I tend to clam up. That’s not to say I can’t write… sometimes I do write but it’s usually completely indifferent to what’s happening in my life and when I go back and read it months later, I’m not sure that it was me who wrote it. When I am honest and just let the words flow, it may be obvious to the reader what my inner self is but not all of my poems have anything to do with how I truly feel. Sometimes I’m just writing fiction and sometimes that fiction includes my own experiences or deep feelings… other times I try to tap into feelings I’ve never had (which is difficult).
Continue reading “Thoughts of My Writing”
The poems posted from 1983 cause me to shake my head when I read them because they reflect my self doubt, low self esteem and a desire to be liked by others. I still suffer a little from doubt but my self esteem is much higher and my confidence is something I wish I had a tenth of when I was younger. Thank goodness the passing of time has helped.
That being said, others may read my darker poetry of today and think I’m still that self brooding and depressed kid… not true… I find writing helps me move on or just get thoughts out. And honestly, my poems aren’t “that” dark… and those that are were and are fun to write. Dark poetry is very thought provoking.