There’s this belief among writers that hidden inside us is all the stuff
we need to write.
Maybe we're born with this stuff, or maybe we get it
from our teachers or parents, or by reading the work of other writers, but we
have it and only have to dig deep enough to find it.
Of course, we still need to learn how to write.
We still need to read lots of books and write lots of words.
But doing these things--learning the craft of writing--isn't enough to help us find this stuff inside us.
What is this stuff, exactly?
It’s the stuff that you tend to hide away from others and from yourself.
Remember all the early hurts and disappointments in your
life?
Remember all the things that you were told not to say or that you didn't think you should say?
Remember the feelings that you used to find embarrassing
or which still embarrass you?
All this stuff--the stuff which you don’t think you should
write about?--that’s the stuff.
It’s your fear of failure, as well as your hope that you have
something to say (even though you don’t yet know what it is).
It’s the promise you made to yourself years ago to keep
writing--no matter what.
It’s all the messy, unclear, illegible, foolish, silly,
amazing, ridiculous, unpredictable stuff of your life.
It’s the stuff you write at 2 am in a dark bedroom, and it’s
the stuff you can’t read the next morning.
It’s the stuff that makes you moody, shy, sensitive,
anxious, fearful, aloof.
It's this stuff that you have to learn how to get close to.
If you want to write, you have to learn how to uncover this stuff--or how to encourage it
to reveal itself--without frightening this stuff so that it doesn't go deeper into
hiding.
Learning how to uncover this stuff and bring it to the page is part of learning the craft of writing.
Learning how to uncover this stuff and bring it to the page is part of learning the craft of writing.
Remember: this stuff dreads the light of day.
It seeks darkness, anonymity, seclusion, silence.
It’s your stuff, the stuff from which your writing flows.
It’s hidden inside you.
It’s hidden inside you.
You’re the only one who can figure out a way to bring it
to the page.
One word, one sentence, at a time.
One word, one sentence, at a time.
1 comment:
It's the stuff of life, the stuff of a novel...the write stuff indeed. Write on. Thanks for the encouragement to write with courage.
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