Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Writing and Resting

I have always thought that writing would be something I would be doing for pleasure or for income. Yet I have not yet found my voice. I haven't joined any writing groups. I haven't read my writing for anyone. I haven't even studied writing.

I am a bit of a rebel. I belonged to a Creative Writing class in high school for one day. The teacher said "If you aren't published, you aren't a writer." I thought that was hogwash because I had notebooks and boxes full of poems and prose that said I was a writer. Yet that statement stuck. I write but I am not a Writer.

Out of the overflow of my life or my heart, I write because I need to express. I need to understand and get clarity sometimes in ways that only the written word can give. I journal my most intense feelings and personal thoughts in private files as a theraputic and safe way to clear the clutter of my mind. Later I re-read it and usually say "That's not true. It felt true at the time based on where my emotions were, but in the light of day and the critique of a sound mind, it's not true." So my feelings are validated when they need to be and evaluated and given the appropriate credibility through some sober second thought after a rest and a meal.

My dad wrote a song that expressed the same experience. Read it here.

Perhaps it is that I find myself quite interesting. I've no real idea how interesting I actually am to anyone else. If my reader comments are any indication, then, well, I'm not a Writer - at least not one that solicits a response. I'm simply one who writes (like 100% of the rest of the literate population). Maybe I'm a commentator....

"You've Got Mail" had the female character talking about sending things out into the cosmos... and that's what I'm doing.

Sometimes it's expression.
Sometimes it's a prayer.
Sometimes a confession
A breath of fresh air.
My child, my life, my husband, my chores.
Some of it soothes, some of it bores.
I'm really quite normal, as normal can be.
I'm writing a poem and rhyming for free.


  1. your comments are no judge of your skill, you goose.

  2. remember what i said about reading things later and saying... "That's not true"

    I'm just coveting all your friends and their comments. LOL

  3. I agree with A.P. You sound like a writer to me! I'd say that teacher was just feeding her own neurosis or disappointment or sense of guilt - or whatever.

    Why don't you go to the library one of these days, and check out 'The Artist's Way' by Julia Cameron, or 'Bird by Bird' by Ann Lamott or 'Writing Down the Bones' by Natalie Goldberg or 'Writing the Natural Way' by Gabriele Rico. Any one of these will make the writer inside you feel loved and pampered; she may even reward you in unexpected ways!