it was neither diabolical nor divine;
it but shook the doors of the prisonhouse of my disposition;
and, like the captives of Phillipi,
that which stood within ran forth.
-the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have realized, that although I may be a good writer, I am censored. everything I write is vague, impersonal. And what appears to be my best blog, was the one in which I was vulnerable; in a real, not just whining, sort of way. So now I have to make a decision. Where is the line between being self-important, and wanting to connect? Why do I think it's okay for all the other blogs I read, and find it unacceptable in myself?
I either need to cross the line and let it out in all my writing or I need to pick a new love, a new hobby, a new profession. I need to say goodbye to the prodigal child.
I either need to cross the line and let it out in all my writing or I need to pick a new love, a new hobby, a new profession. I need to say goodbye to the prodigal child.
Advice?
1 comment:
Hello,
I stumbled upon this post by chance and I haven't been writing long but I run into this problem a lot in my own writing and my advice is not to give up just yet.
Here's a writing exercise that might help you develop your own personal flair: write a short story in a day or even just a few hours. Write something that feels like the worst thing you've ever written, then set it aside and read it again a day or two later. You may discover something new about your writing, about what you're drawn to.
Something to always remember is this: you are not alone, and you can get your writing where you want it to go.
(One more thing: here's a nice infographic on improvement as an artist which I think applies to writing as well! dammithawke.tumblr.com/post/150324846411/drawingden-art-cycle-by-shattered-earth )
Buena suerte,
Clover
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