Monday, November 22, 2004
Writing
The thing is -I love the act of writing. I love the physicality, the appearance of squiggles and shapes that convey meaning. I like hearing the voice inside my head when I type or push a pen (preferably a .5 rollerball or mechanical pencil). But evidently, sadly, I have nothing to say. Whenever I start to write, nothing particularly interesting or even substantial takes shape. I've tried free association, tree-branch writing, one-on-one tutorials, online classes, workshops, community college classes, phone coaching, etc., etc., etc. When I attended college two hundred years ago my school viewed writing as vital for academic explication but otherwise as essentially vocational, so therefore they didn't teach creative writing and I suppose I adopted their dismissive attitude until, one day, I realized I wanted to write essays and stories. There's some kind of block here (oh really?) since I find suggestions and books and prompts unbearably annoying, and since I go utterly blank as soon as I try to think of something that happened when I was a child or anything at all to write about, as soon as I face a paper or screen. Boy would I be a happy person if I found a writing guide that worked for me. Suggestions (other than giving up) are welcome.
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