Thursday, November 8, 2012

On The Magic of Writing.

I have been a horrific writer lately. I’m feeling ditz-like and distracted. Everything I attempt to write is choppy and lackluster. The cage of writer’s block is a terrible place for someone like me to be. Writing has long been my easiest form of communication. Ain’t nothing to do it but to do it, though. Here I go!
See…. I could not even think of a less cliche metaphor than cage? So much failure.
My personal troubles aside, it’s National Novel Writing Month. In November, thousands (millions?) of writers attempt to compose their own novels in 30 days. Using the hyperlink I just posted, authors are able to log in, clock their progress and encourage one another, as well read one another’s rough drafts. I have participated thrice and finished a rough draft once. Whether or not one finishes, in my view, is irrelevant. Setting this forces a person to write something other than Facebook posts ,tweets and blog updates. This is great, especially if you fancy yourself a writer of fiction. The reason I wanted to discuss National Novel Writer Month is this. There is a “Young Writers” section. Kids can partake, too! I urge parents to raise dreamers; by extension I urge them to raise writers. Imagining different worlds or beautiful events that could occur in this world, has gotten me through so many tough times. Dreaming about beauty and recording those dreams makes you believe in beauty. When your life is feels so ugly there is no beauty to be seen, writing down those feelings releases the author. Documenting pain helps one to feel like it’s acknowledged. After that, the beauty reappears They can dream again. Only good can come from having more people who see beauty even in ugliness.

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