Snippet of my journal that I want to publicize for no good reason
I will write. I will always write.
And I will stop caring about whether it's good or will get published.
I write because I love to create, and I love playing with words and images. I'm not original in this line of thought, and I'm sure pretty much every writer out there has said something eerily similar (except probably even more articulate or poetic). But I write for those reasons, and that's really all that matters.
I like knowing that "snowglobe's secret oyster dance" is MY phrase, like a part of myself stamped into an otherwise unoriginal cluster of words. I still don't know how the phrase was birthed. I don't know if it's at all beautiful or meaningful or has any chance of a future. But it's mine. I gave it life. And it's the same with the other handful of phrases that have somehow surfaced in my medley of ordinary images.
I feel the same way about my characters. I give them their souls, their flaws, their idiosyncrasies that no one else can create. They are my offspring, and they are weird and if I ever ran into one of them on the street I'd probably hate them. But they are mine. They are not well-portrayed because I don't write fiction well...but there is something in them that makes me keep trying to tell their story. They are the block of marble that I just keep chipping at with a toothpick because I know there's a reason I have that toothpick.
And I guess I feel strongly enough about this fact that in true self-important form, I want to announce it to the very low number of readers. Because over and over again I tell myself that I will publish. And I secretly still do.
But what is that goal really about? Sharing? Recognition of work well done?
Why am I REALLY writing? And I suppose I'm starting to really see that it's for the reasons above. The publishing factor would just be a really nice bonus.
And I will stop caring about whether it's good or will get published.
I write because I love to create, and I love playing with words and images. I'm not original in this line of thought, and I'm sure pretty much every writer out there has said something eerily similar (except probably even more articulate or poetic). But I write for those reasons, and that's really all that matters.
I like knowing that "snowglobe's secret oyster dance" is MY phrase, like a part of myself stamped into an otherwise unoriginal cluster of words. I still don't know how the phrase was birthed. I don't know if it's at all beautiful or meaningful or has any chance of a future. But it's mine. I gave it life. And it's the same with the other handful of phrases that have somehow surfaced in my medley of ordinary images.
I feel the same way about my characters. I give them their souls, their flaws, their idiosyncrasies that no one else can create. They are my offspring, and they are weird and if I ever ran into one of them on the street I'd probably hate them. But they are mine. They are not well-portrayed because I don't write fiction well...but there is something in them that makes me keep trying to tell their story. They are the block of marble that I just keep chipping at with a toothpick because I know there's a reason I have that toothpick.
And I guess I feel strongly enough about this fact that in true self-important form, I want to announce it to the very low number of readers. Because over and over again I tell myself that I will publish. And I secretly still do.
But what is that goal really about? Sharing? Recognition of work well done?
Why am I REALLY writing? And I suppose I'm starting to really see that it's for the reasons above. The publishing factor would just be a really nice bonus.