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Who will you be today?

20 Apr

Who will you be today?

 

I am constrained by an identifier

That took consciousness and effort to announce

 

I am a writer

 

I am constrained by an identifier

That took consciousness and effort to separate

From my self doubt

 

I am not a writer

 

I am anchored now

I fight for my place here

The more I struggle

The more I sink

 

I drown

But seek no air

 

I want to be right

For I am a writer

And you can’t tell me otherwise

 

I fight to be right

For fear that I am wrong

 

I fight to be right

And sink further

 

I fight to fit the mould

But am creating cracks

 

Let the cracks become tears

And the tears become breaks

 

Let yourself float

 

Who will you be today?

 

Why I Write: A Minuscule Revelation

11 Sep

I attended the Writer’s Digest Novel Writing Conference this summer in Los Angeles in an attempt to solidify this whole “taking writing seriously” thing. I am paradoxically energized and exhausted.

conference

When I first learned about the conference on Twitter I got a rush of excitement, which, in retrospect, is surprising because I’ve never been a fan of conferences. My excitement came from a deeply anchored passion for story telling that I’ve never been able to explain or fully understand, but I knew was always there.

So I charged my Visa and dug out my bikini.

The first day was high-energy and got me pumped up to the point that I wanted to stand up and cheer and fist bump everyone in my row. The second day was long, and jam-packed with great talks, and the third brought me to the brink of the Informed-Catatonic Zombie threshold for information retention.

One of the many talks that really resonated with me was by David Morrell, writer of First Blood (the book that later lead to the Rambo movie franchise). Morrell spoke about finding and cultivating your voice; a practice that requires you to explore the reasons why you write in the first place.

Morrell, for example, is motivated by fear. He has vivid memories of being a scared child, hiding under the bed from the dangers beyond his bedroom door. Fear is what he knows best, and he channels this into his writing by creating fearless and memorable heroes. By acknowledging this, he has been able to strengthen his voice.

So what’s my voice? What am I motivated by?

When I first posed this question to myself in that conference hall, I had no idea.

Why do I write?

Is it because I admire what other writers can achieve and I want to emulate them?

I don’t think so, I mean I barely read.

Is it because I want to be a leader in changing the world?

No, I have minor stage fright.

Is it because I want to be a New York Times Bestselling Author?

That would be nice, but if I really wanted that I would be working on the next 50 Shades of Grey.

Do I have something to say?

I usually do, yeah. But I don’t always say what I’m feeling aloud. I guess I just want to be heard, to be validated. I want for people to take the time to remember my name. I want to be able to express myself.

Please get my name right. Please.

Please get my name right. Please.

Deep down I just want to be freed, to be immortalized through words.

I’m so narcissistic.