a Writer on Writing
April 11th 2006 13:00
What is it that prompts us to write? What inspires us 'poor souls', busy scribbling down smudged fragmented mental-slurs on bits of napkin and coasters?
That inner drive, that need to express, that self-doubt and feeling of futility that all manage to mesh into one: and we're all but floating through it, capturing moments, re-touching perspectives.
It's difficult to express. It's fearful to express. It's beautiful to express.
All I can say is I'd like to gauge your perspectives, whatever the motivations. It doesn't have to be a touchy-feely-groupy thing. If you don't like it at all, say so, but try to say why.
Personally I haven't been writing all that long (although I often say I have at parties, works well getting raised eyebrows).
I kind of just woke up one day and started doing it. Although I'm not sure exactly when that was. It kind of felt right, and it became the therapy of clarity. Getting what's inside down, looking at it (sometimes wishing I hadn't!), and occasionally (it's funnier if you say it with a heavy Australian accent):
"Ow yeah, That's a bit of alright I reckon"
I like the fact it makes me remeber the little things, the way sun bounces off a stranger's face, the way a girl skips across the street holding her mother's hand, the rush of wind through a tree making it look like a creature possessed.
And putting it down adds up. I look back and think that life really is art, moment by moment, beneath the grind, hustle and glanced look at starngers on the street.
All one player in the never-ending now, and reality ends at the present, which resonates for eternity.
That's just a couple of thoughts. What do you think?
-SG
That inner drive, that need to express, that self-doubt and feeling of futility that all manage to mesh into one: and we're all but floating through it, capturing moments, re-touching perspectives.
It's difficult to express. It's fearful to express. It's beautiful to express.
All I can say is I'd like to gauge your perspectives, whatever the motivations. It doesn't have to be a touchy-feely-groupy thing. If you don't like it at all, say so, but try to say why.
Personally I haven't been writing all that long (although I often say I have at parties, works well getting raised eyebrows).
I kind of just woke up one day and started doing it. Although I'm not sure exactly when that was. It kind of felt right, and it became the therapy of clarity. Getting what's inside down, looking at it (sometimes wishing I hadn't!), and occasionally (it's funnier if you say it with a heavy Australian accent):
"Ow yeah, That's a bit of alright I reckon"
I like the fact it makes me remeber the little things, the way sun bounces off a stranger's face, the way a girl skips across the street holding her mother's hand, the rush of wind through a tree making it look like a creature possessed.
And putting it down adds up. I look back and think that life really is art, moment by moment, beneath the grind, hustle and glanced look at starngers on the street.
All one player in the never-ending now, and reality ends at the present, which resonates for eternity.
That's just a couple of thoughts. What do you think?
-SG
| 73 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
Orble Post of the Day
Fat Cult
Techbreak
Comment by stephen
i'm originally from rural australia. I used to live up in the north of western australia. I would say at times, yeh, i do have a 'rustic' australian accent. It's part of where i'm from mate and I love my heritage, but I think it's also good to be able to laugh at yourself too sometimes.