A Note About My Writing
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice...
Robert Frost is one of my favorite writers, and I've often wondered if he struggled to find words. Whether or not he got the infamous 'writers block' or if his own edits left him frustrated, at a literal loss for words as what he was trying to say was left unsaid despite his draft after draft.
I have no idea what Robert Frost did. There's likely a book about it somewhere. I have no idea what other writers do - I've read others' articles, and pages and books, and have come to the conclusion that none of us write the same. A friend of mine writes only using a typewriter. I know someone else who blogs professionally but will only use a Mac. I recently read a book where the author comments that her main insight to the world of writing is staring. ...I do none of these.
Words fill my head, day and night. At times the words make themselves clear, with discernible points of philosophy or a certain phrase that catches my emotions (at these my emotions usually catch up later, once the words are done). For me it is more a matter of words running through me, and with my experiences I can relate in a way that I only find through writing. At times my red pen will write a column of synonyms to find the perfect word - perfect in definition, in context, in sound, and in syllabic measure. Other times a phrase will float in my head for days until its certain it has its heading, and at that point I'll sit and it simply slides out, because the vast revisions have edited themselves for each one of those moments over those days.
I'm an above-average conversationalist; I'm adept at public speaking; interviews don't bother me, so I can indeed speak. However it is only with writing - even at this moment - that I best and most eloquently express myself.
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