@Blackween
The Writing Life
Anyone who writes will tell you that writing is one of the hardest things to do but also probably the easiest. It is a skill that requires a daily polish to retain its initial sheen. That is equivalent to consistency and most human beings, myself included, are wired to procrastinate. Daily journal entries and small amounts of opinion and thoughts scattered in notebooks can help one forge a routine that evolves into this discipline namely the writing life. Writing is a majorly lonely lifestyle. It involves solo creation and execution most of the time. I feel like I am talking to myself while writing... even right now. The comments that get left at the foot of any published piece are what lets any scribe know who 'listened' and decided to make it known that they did. It is the courage in hitting publish and waiting for the feedback whether positive or negative that the writer usually struggles with especially if they are a bit eager to know what the readers think. I myself have gone as far as deleting some already published posts paranoid that no one liked or would like them. While doing so, my mind never really digests that anyone would be interested in anything I share. And seasoned writers understand this paranoia fully. They let us (those questioning their writing capabilities) know that it is okay to feel such. In his preface to The Spoils of Poynton, Henry James pities the writer in some comical pair of sentences that leave me wondering what sometimes it is all for! And I quote, "Which is the work in which he hasn't surrendered under dire difficulty?" And it is true. There is no day as a writer that you won't doubt yourself and your work as you press publish. The more you read, the worse it gets. When I started reading heavily, I remember bringing down an entire blog of poems and reflective articles that I had published back in 2011. Something changes when you read far and wide. Inadequacy creeps on you and shadows your grammatically incorrect pieces. I wouldn't suggest what I did because I lost ideas I could've edited. Nothing makes sense here. The art of feeling like you are not enough merges with the healing writing brings and you can't help come back to it everytime you leave. Creating demands of us to align with ourselves. To dig through painful experiences and mould lessons out of the said pain. It's uncomfortable and unpredictable but it is also home. And at home, we are all welcome. ***Also posted on my Publish0x.com and Hive!**
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These were my thoughts back when i had started as a form of therapy in highschool. But by now, I'm rather confident in my writings that i don't find the need to tear of pages of my notebooks nor take down blogs and posts. As you are, you are a good writer. Your style are amonst the ones i admire here, along with a few users
This is so humbling. I am so glad you found it (writing) earlier. Had a difficult childhood and with a minimal education back then and zero access to reading material, I found out I could write from a friend who read my journal by mistake. Though the confidence is not there yet sadly, I no longer tear anything or delete stuff. My drafts are everywhere :D Thank you so much for the support. The love. Now point me towards the few users you admire here. Finding worthy content is becoming a task :)
Then it wasn't just by chance. It was somehow fate and good that she found your writings. Don't be shy with uour writings. But rather, try to diversify it more until you can actually get into your reader's minds @Ozzyy @jessiepinkss @leo_kitti @marcmire These are the people whose writings i always wait for 😅 sorry for the tag guys. She needs more references
Awwww I feel loved ❤️❤️❤️
Well you're loved by me OwO
Aww thanks for the tag
I want more people to check your works :")