My mind continually goes back to last summer when my workshop instructor told us "we all have something to say, that's why we write."
I wonder though - do I really have something to say?
Or is it really that I would like to have something to say?
Most everyone wants to be heard for one reason or another in their lifetime. It doesn't have to be profound or meaningful to humanity; people just want to be acknowledged. It doesn't necesssarily have to change the world or even ones part of the world. A simple "well said", or "that's an interesting idea/viewpoint" would be sufficient.
Is that what I am really after? Is it more that I have never felt as though I have been heard, really listened to? And perhaps being a "writer" will somehow give me the status/credentials/certificaton to be accepted as worth listening to? Am I tired of people not understanding what I am talking about, so maybe my written words will convey my thoughts better?
Maybe fiction writing is not the correct choice. Maybe that is why I don't know what to write sometimes because I don't want to "just" tell a story - I want to say something.
Interesting thought... glad I turned off the television.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Summer Writing Festival 2011...
I am registered for another Writing Workshop in June at the Iowa Summer Writing Festival!
I am excited more this year as I know what to expect and feel I will get even more out of this experience as I was rather anxious and nervous last year.
Granted, I have not been writing as much lately, but I have been reading - a lot. I get caught up in the research of my ideas. Perhaps as with life, the capture is in the pursuit. It just seems that I want to have all the details right, maybe a bit too right? Also, I discover one detail and that creates a new tangent that I get lost in and often forget where I started exactly. I guess I could have worse problems, huh?
I do find it interesting that as the weather has slowly been changing from winter to spring and nature begins to bloom, my urge to write is blossoming as well. I have noticed over the years that my most productive stretched always start in May. Odd, yet it makes total sense to a certain extent. Just as I get fat during the winter, my mind takes in more information and as I begin to get physically active to get back in some sort of shape (other than rotund) my intellectual activity begins to make shape of all the new and updated information I digested with all those holiday meals and treats.
To the adventure...
I am excited more this year as I know what to expect and feel I will get even more out of this experience as I was rather anxious and nervous last year.
Granted, I have not been writing as much lately, but I have been reading - a lot. I get caught up in the research of my ideas. Perhaps as with life, the capture is in the pursuit. It just seems that I want to have all the details right, maybe a bit too right? Also, I discover one detail and that creates a new tangent that I get lost in and often forget where I started exactly. I guess I could have worse problems, huh?
I do find it interesting that as the weather has slowly been changing from winter to spring and nature begins to bloom, my urge to write is blossoming as well. I have noticed over the years that my most productive stretched always start in May. Odd, yet it makes total sense to a certain extent. Just as I get fat during the winter, my mind takes in more information and as I begin to get physically active to get back in some sort of shape (other than rotund) my intellectual activity begins to make shape of all the new and updated information I digested with all those holiday meals and treats.
To the adventure...
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