Writing is a solitary pursuit, or so it is assumed. It certainly appears that way from the observer. One sees a person sitting off to the side, pen and paper in hand, or a laptop running, lost in an imagination journey, oblivious to the rustling of the world at large. Far away eyes......or perhaps glossed over, alone. But the act of writing is anything but solitary. Rather, it is when one addresses the innocent powerless word, introduces it to others of the same ilk, and encourages the interaction by molding them together that a writer's world is filled with tangled human emotions.
Some say it is a sure sign of schizophrenia. Some say......"oh, she's just an eccentric...."
Like prayer, writing sometimes feels very solitary......it feels like a one way communication with no one to answer back. Both acts take work, especially if there are distractions which cannot be ignored. As well, there are many many times when writing doesn't lead to any resolution....or that the writer simply can't find the exact word they are searching for and the piece feels unfinished. Ah, but when the right word is found? When a sentence serpentines exactly how it should? When the prayer feels like a mining of the soul? It's a transcendent breathing of the heart.
For me, writing helps me find out what I am going to say. It's a simple as that.
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