Writing is the best thing I can do for myself. Not writing like this - petty little blogs with no artistic construction. Real writing. There’s real magic in it. There’s real magic in creating something, especially creating something beautiful. When I write, I create something I’m proud of and I put a piece of myself into it. A piece I maybe didn’t understand or something. And, by writing, instead of losing that piece, I get it back. And I can share it. Writing pieces my soul back together. Little by little. It makes me happy.
When I make a headband or record a song, I don’t get much out of that. The headband is mine. I can show people pictures, but who cares? Even though I made it with my hands and that’s awesome, I still didn’t really create anything like words enable me to create things. And songs? Yes, singing is lovely and it makes me happy, but unless I wrote the song, it doesn’t put my soul back.
Writing is an art. The same way a sketch artist has to carefully and precisely outline a figure and shade them in to give them depth, so the writer has to carefully construct their sentences, using words to give meaning, and picking the specific words and modifiers to shade the meaning of the sentence - to give it depth. If you’re not an artistic writer, it might be hard to understand how much goes into each sentence. True, a lot of times we just write things and they come out sounding and meaning the way we want them. Because not only does the sentence have to have the precise meaning and depth and shade of meaning, but it also has to have the write sound. I call it punch in prose, but it’s more like a Pop in poetry.
But for the most part, a lot of thought has to go into each sentence. Each one is reworked over and over, sometimes before even making it on paper. It’s all about writing concisely - get to the point in as few words as possible, artistically as possible, with as much detail, without overstating. And never spell out exactly what you’re trying to say - show it. It’s hard. It’s tough. But it’s so rewarding in the end.
(Speaking of “not spelling things out,” I was watching CSI today and nearly died. I had never noticed how pathetically obvious everything was. Every single piece of evidence was not only seen, but explained. We see that the prints from the alligator wallet have voids. WE SEE THAT. You do not need the characters to spell it out for us. “Wait, so the alligator print has a void, but the one from the original crime scene doesn’t?” “No. I think this means someone was framed!” Like. AGRRGQRAdfj. It happened over and over and over and over again throughout the 1/2 of the episode I watched. And that used to be my favorite show. No wonder people like it. You don’t have to think to watch a show where every visual is further explained through dialogue, and at about a word a minute, too! Doctor Who might disappoint me sometimes, but at least you actually have to be on your toes to understand what’s going on.)