Thursday, July 9, 2009
I have a lot of natural writing ability, and I take advantage of my innate understanding of syntax and structure to simply throw my thoughts onto a page without a care for concision or creativity.
But at heart, I am an artist. I am a poet. I am a singer. The factual, disconnected writing I often use on my blog to describe my life is almost academic when I see it juxtaposed against the intensity of my thoughts.
A couple of weeks ago, I made a commitment to myself that I would begin taking more care with what I write. Whether this means simply choosing a more appropriate word here and there, attending to my concision, or expanding my vocabulary and my ability to handle my writing, I don't quite know. What I do know is that I want to look at my own writing and know that I have written from who I am. I want to know that I have given something of myself to my readers. I want to be able to take pride in what I write, instead of turning with a grimace and trying not to read what I have written.
I don't often write what I want to write. I haven't journaled in years because I have re-read what I have written and I have cringed at what feels to me drama overdone. The intimidation of that blank page overwhelms me. I have stories that I contemplate writing, but I am unwilling to subject myself to the possibility that it will be something someone else has already written. Occasionally, I delve into poetry here, but I can barely tap the descriptive power I used to own. I am a better critic than I am a creator anymore.
Over the next few days, I'm planning to post a series of samples of what I consider to be my real writing, just some small, bloggable projects I have worked on in the past. I'm also looking at a couple new ideas for writing exercise that I may put on here, forming a description around one word, perhaps. I'd like to to do a word of the week - how does one pick one of those?
As I'm preparing to put my photography away for a few years, I'm finding myself looking forward to having more time to do other things that make me come alive. I wonder where it will all end up, or if any of it will go anywhere! I'm tired of saying the same things in the same ways.
(image from sxc)
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