Am I Doing This Write?

One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living.

Forgive me, for I have been away for a long time. I think now is the time for words.

I’m going to write today about what it means to write. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.

I can only consider myself a writer insofar as to believe that I pen my thoughts for others to read. I cannot, however, claim that my writing is any good. With the advent of social media sites, there are far too many young people today who feel a sense of entitlement to have their opinions heard. Unfortunately, most of them don’t deserve as much. Writing is in a sense, the art of losing yourself. Like accidental poetry.

What is it about certain books that make us fall in love? That transports us to alternate dimensions? The difference is being a genius in writing – to immerse oneself in it, separate its numerous strands, and appreciate its subtle nuances. Art exists as a medium for other ends. We want only to create, and THAT is what art is. The creating; not the product. Unfortunately, this escapes most would-be writers. But it is a characteristic of wisdom to not do desperate things.

“Writers aren't exactly people… They’re a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

The trick is to exist within your characters. Inhabit their souls. One needs only to be perspicuous enough to breathe some semblance of reality into them to create something, someone, worth falling in love with. It shames me to think that a writer can claim to have no attachment to who they create. It’s a part of you, ffs!

Fleeting moments are what create stories. Even renowned writers have to start from a nagging idea that can only be fully formed in the process. The idea is to be relatable by being human. There is no extreme happiness nor extreme sadness; only the verisimilitude that exists in life. Translate that and expose it. You will be commended.

I hate to admit that I know of some people who are strong believers in their writing ability and this is rather unfortunate. No young writer has the liberty to have such an ego about their work. Only, I’m not brave enough to tell them so myself… WOW SUBTEXT. This is for you.

To summarise: Your writing is never as good as you think it is. I'm not exempt.

P.S.  I hate that the font that gets posted doesn't have serifs. I ought to fix that.