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Writing sweats it out of you, sometimes turnip blood, sometimes holy water, but the act is always a birth, a labor to be endured with sturdy legs and open mouth. There’s such pain rooted in the craft, which is inexorably tied to bliss, both binding together in a paroxysm of creation. A single burst of inspiration sometimes. A hard-scrabble bout with crippling insecurity others. And you never apprehend the way it ekes from you – a spurt, a stream, a leak? – to make it happen just the same way twice. Words are water, writing is wind; it puffs, it squalls, it sings; it hauls you up, it plants you down. I know this all to be true, every unsettling consequence, and still I puzzle it out, usually in the midst of a tunnel I’m scrambling from, clutching scraps of paper with messages I’ve scrawled and bled out: Why all this fuss, all this fracas? Must I twist in the labyrinth, search for words, trust them to lead me somewhere I’ve never been?

 

Yes. Because the the light gleams in the nethers and I will forever coax it out. The shadows bubble there, too, somewhere profound and bottomless, and it’s equally important to summon their mournful stories of closed bedroom doors and the girl waiting inside. I’m not always ready for the surfacing, but I welcome what comes because the girl needs me to bust open the door. But sadly, so sadly many writers shut it. Told one time or another they’re no good, they should stop trying, or worse, they’re not writers. Somberly still, these arrows of criticism are sometimes slung by the people closest to us, and those are the deepest gashes to the soul. That kind of silence is the heaviest of all, a thunder clap that erases all else but the voices in a writer’s head. Belief in self is unyielding for some; but for writers, it can be wearisome and a mountain to scale with scabby fingers and burned-up spirit.

 

It takes some of us years to shed the belief that our words have no value, don’t hold worth; that we should shut up because who wants to hear what we have to say.

 

So why would someone, anyone, especially another writer, join the army of voices in your head?

 

We all know what it’s like, the sweat, the shadows, the silence. Put down your battle axe.

 

The wind calls us both to the labyrinth.

 

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  1. Mad Woman behind the Blog says

    April 12, 2011 at 5:48 pm

    WOW.
    This left me speechless.

    You captured that feeling, that struggle, that battle, of getting the ideas, the words right, so well.

    Wow.

    Reply
  2. ilinap says

    April 12, 2011 at 5:49 pm

    Forgive me for channeling the departed Patrick Swayze after reading this post. You know I love you (and your writing). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVi4PUx8bXk

    Reply
  3. Ferd says

    April 12, 2011 at 6:11 pm

    Yes!
    Go for it! You love it! Write and enjoy! Make yourself laugh. Make yourself cry. And take us along!

    Reply
  4. flutter says

    April 12, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    you are amazing

    Reply
  5. Cactus Petunia says

    April 12, 2011 at 10:28 pm

    Beautifully, lyrically said! Last one in the labyrinth’s a rotten egg!

    Reply
  6. melissa says

    April 13, 2011 at 5:41 am

    i’m right behind you. you’re armed with way better words than i am. you? amazing. xoxo

    Reply
  7. Trish says

    April 13, 2011 at 7:07 am

    We march together.

    Reply
  8. jessica says

    April 13, 2011 at 11:21 am

    ok, that’s it. Enough with the brilliant writing. I”ve had it.

    Reply
  9. Boni says

    April 17, 2011 at 6:47 am

    This piece hit a cord with me and you have inspired me again. I’ve included you in my latest post, http://coachmup.com/2011/04/voice-lost-and-found/.

    You’re like my writing soul mate and I hope we get to meet someday.

    Boni

    Reply
  10. Catherine Nichols says

    June 4, 2011 at 8:01 am

    “It takes some of us years to shed the belief that our words have no value, don’t hold worth; that we should shut up because who wants to hear what we have to say.”

    I struggle through this every single day. This sentence brought tears to my eyes. You are very talented.

    Reply
  11. Suzy says

    March 3, 2013 at 11:26 pm

    The first 10 years I was in LA I wrote spec scripts and screenplays and only got as far as Top 50 at Slamdance on one screenplay.

    I gave up that kind of writing and turned to blogging in 2006, which in turn lead me to submitting essays to various places. I’ve been lucky and have been published every year since 2010, including my first book.

    I took advice from my betters and always listened to editors, but I always believed in myself. Writing is my third career, and I was beaten up enough by acting and standup to just ‘let go’of being attached to the outcome of my writing.

    All this being said, writing is a piece of CAKE compared to marketing. The marketing for my book has wracked me with doubt, fear, and guilt. It is by far a lot harder than writing.

    So write away, everyone. Trust me, it’s the easy part!

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