Writers are people who feel deeply. Their skin tingles at a drop of rain, their hands soak up texture like a sponge to moisture. A meaningless moment can be the brink of a story, or a springboard for reckless abandon. And so the mundane becomes the spectacular and the real remains surreal. A writer does not walk but press forward, neither do they desire but hope, breathing the world in more deeply, their lungs filling with inspiration. Yet, on their brow lingers perspiration - a writer's constant companion.
Is this why we are so troubled? Do we feel where others cannot? Do our genes contain more sensory receptors than the rest of the population? Are we translators for the people? If these things are so, then perhaps we did not choose to write, but were born to.
Kimber! I really appreciate this. I definitely identify with feeling more deeply and having a higher capacity for feelings of all kind. It reminds me of our conversation at feast about being "too much". Thanks for sharing- you are not only talented but very very special.
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ReplyDeleteThe beginning was my favorite....and then: "breathing the world in more deeply, their lungs filling with inspiration. Yet, on their brow lingers perspiration - a writer's constant companion."
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This is marvelous. THe writing is sharp, clear, and so right.
Thank you.
I feel this, but couldn't express like you.
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Thanks J Dog. I can distinctly hear your voice and I love it. Writers to the end, mate.
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