i’ve read a lot of writing advice in my time. i think i’ve read almost as much advice about writing as i have read books that contained actual stories. most times, the idea of being a writer is much more interesting to me than the action of it. but i digress.
i would not call my artistic process unusual, but neither would i say that it is conventional. i don’t spend much time writing because for me, the act of writing itself is not practice for me in the same sense that i spend long hours with a hoop in my hand, practicing my flow. for me, getting down to the actual writing part, either with pen in my hand or fingers flying over a keyboard, is the end-product of a thread of thoughts. it is the condensation of an idea, whether it comes out in a sentence form, a paragraph form, a short story form, or even, the most blooming flower of my thoughts and the most difficult—a novel form. editing is, of course, essential, but i try to cut out on a lot of editing by trying to understand what i want to say before i pen it down.
i’ve read, in most of the writing advice i’ve come across, that it’s better just to get it down quickly and haphazardly, to write much more than is needed and then, afterwards, to condense. and i’ve tried that, but it’s much too frustrating for me. i could be a prolific writer, or i can be one who gets as close to what she wants to say as possible. i choose the latter.
i wanted to share this with you, my online friends, to show you one thing: no matter how much you research techniques and tips to improve your craft, no matter what you read about how you should do it and what is best, only you can figure out what process works the best for your own personal soul. my soul is a slow-burner—she doesn’t come out quickly and all at once. it’s more a leaking. you may be different—and you will write a different way than i do. and that’s okay. we are all different. find the way that works for you, and follow it.
only you know your own heart. only you know your own art. so feel it deep in your bones and don’t let the world make you feel bad because they don’t understand you. let that be a blessing—you are so mysterious and full of color that most people are frightened of it. frightened of the unknown, as they are frightened of death, of pain. and yet, these two things we fear have great lessons in their bellies. find them. show them to the others, the lost ones.
men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich whore! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!
women: those aren’t funny.
men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol
women: i drink the tears of men, haha!
men: hOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU PROMOTE THE SUFFERING OF US MEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU? YOU WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT US. THATS NOT FUNNY AT ALL