Writers; Nothing We Would Rather Be

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Since the last post was about something quite specific, this will to be one of those looser ones where I gush about something I feel that is influencing the way I think about writing right now. Because one of these every now and then make me happy, so there.

I had an interesting argument with my therapist the other day, about topics that were both safe yet deeply personal or revealing, but that didn’t make you feel vulnerable, like you were exposing yourself. He thought maybe there wasn’t a subject like that for me, and I corrected him. There is exactly one. Writing.

My own writing, other people’s writing, stories in general; whatever shape or form, writing is the most revealing subject I can think of, the most personal, the most important – and it’s the one I love talking about more than anything. This seemed to surprise my therapist, who didn’t have the impression that I enjoy talking with people about anything – and rightly so.

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This little conversation got me thinking. Once a week, I meet up with my Critique Group. We each submit 3000 new words of our WIP, and we meet and talk it. For a short period during those evenings, all focus is on me and my work. Now, let me make one thing clear; I. Hate. Attention. I’d prefer if all conversation could be had without any sort of eye contact. I don’t enjoy being noticed or questioned or complimented or whatever shines a light on me. I’m perfectly happy lurking over here in the shadows, thank you very much.

This, however, doesn’t seem to extend to my writing. During our critique meetings, I don’t shy away from the attention, because it’s on me as a writer, on my story, and somehow that makes it less scary than anything else, and after the realization that this is the one place I don’t mind getting some attention, I started wondering why.

It’s because talking about writing, with other writers, is one of the most enjoyable things in the world. For me, there is nothing I care quite so deeply about as my writing, about Hurst, my characters, and I believe most writers feel the same. When we talk about it, we’re sharing and discussing something intimate, but it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I think that’s because it’s one of the most important parts of who we are, and sharing it with someone who gets it? I can only speak for myself, but I think that’s one of the greatest things in life.

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There is nothing I want more in life than to write, to bring stories to people who might take something out of them, to share my characters with the world. That’s the only contribution I truly care about making to this world, a goal that I will do whatever it takes to achieve.

Not everyone is as one-dimensional in their desires as me; plenty of writers want lots more in their lives, and that’s great. You do you! 🙂 But I think those writers, too, are inclined to understand what I’m trying to say here.

Talking about writing, especially with other writers, isn’t like discussing any other job with a colleague or someone else who works in your field. You’re essentially putting your passion, your essence, your heart, out there on the table and letting someone else see it, touch it, analyze it, judge it… And it’s scary but it feels great at the same time.

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Those are my thoughts on the subject, anyway. I know I wouldn’t want to be anything but a writer, because to me, there is nothing that can be this adventurous, this fulfilling and so safe all at the same time.

Writing is the one place the world makes sense.

That’s that. Now I really need to get some writing done, because I’m behind on my shorts and online series. Happy Saturday, and all the best with whatever you’re working or not working on!

Rain S.


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