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Occasionally I try to think about what writing means. What is it to write? What is it to spin words and tell tales and make the reader feel? Why? I think of when I was retaking piano and my teacher said, to this extent, "I want you to go from finding the keys in the right order, to making music."
Then I realized that I have no feeling for music, just as I have no feeling for acting, no sense of art. I wonder if this is the same for writing, or maybe I'm just not dedicated enough.
I see people become obsessed with their art, their "calling", and that scares me. To have talent is wonderful, to love it is even more so, but isn't that the point of art? To portray something? To show the world how you view it with your own voice? To refine it and make it live. Art can't be refined, though, if the artist is living in their own head, with talent and skill but no experience, nothing to portray but their own ignorant thoughts.
It frightens me that I may have none of this heart for writing, despite that I love it. Song without music. Imagery without pictures. But what do I want to say? What part of my soul do I want to show the world?
And I realize, that I don't know. And I realize, this scares me.
Then I realized that I have no feeling for music, just as I have no feeling for acting, no sense of art. I wonder if this is the same for writing, or maybe I'm just not dedicated enough.
I see people become obsessed with their art, their "calling", and that scares me. To have talent is wonderful, to love it is even more so, but isn't that the point of art? To portray something? To show the world how you view it with your own voice? To refine it and make it live. Art can't be refined, though, if the artist is living in their own head, with talent and skill but no experience, nothing to portray but their own ignorant thoughts.
It frightens me that I may have none of this heart for writing, despite that I love it. Song without music. Imagery without pictures. But what do I want to say? What part of my soul do I want to show the world?
And I realize, that I don't know. And I realize, this scares me.