I came across a passage written by Anthony J.W. Benson that I like to share with my fellow readers. It talks about writers and their struggles.
“Writers are a courageous lot. Often embattled by confusion, distraction and persistent dissatisfaction, they fight through pain, sweat and tears, as well as the unforgiving blinding glare of the blank page, to bring their thoughts forth. As the internal war rages, they are capable of great victories, and great defeats. Yet, in the face of creative adversity those who choose to break free and follow the beacon of truth, emotion and passion have the indefensible power to emancipate themselves, and thus the reader, with their bravery and well-chosen words—a singular, yet shared, freedom of being truly beholden to no one, and nothing, except their soul that calls to them.”
Did his words speak to you, move you as a writer?
*This was a post I wrote for one of my other blogs, Whispering Shadows, and I feel compelled to share here as I’m still struggling with these same thoughts and feelings.
Do you ever get the feeling…no, it’s more than just a feeling, it’s almost a “knowing” or “gut instinct” about something? You keep trying to pursue certain paths in your life that just doesn’t quite “click,” but you’re not ready to admit to this so you keep fighting against this “knowing,” keep pushing down these same paths and whenever you meet minimal success, you somehow don’t feel completely content or fulfilled. That inner nagging is always there, telling you that these paths are not the right ones for you; but, you don’t want to listen. You want to do what you “want” to do, not because of some inner voice from an unseen place is telling you to. Over time, you begin to notice that the harder you fight against this “knowing” the more unsettled you begin to feel. You start to doubt your place in this world, your unique purpose in this life (whatever that may be). Misery and doubt begin to plague your every waking moment. You grow weary of the “whispers” that constantly follow you everywhere.
So, should I believe in destiny and fate then? Should I give in to these inner voices and go where they tell me to go? Would I then finally find lasting peace knowing that I’m doing what I was born to do?
Shouldn’t I be able to choose rather than have it chosen for me?
Am I really making any sense here?
Life is such a messed-up business.
When is a writer no longer a writer?
Can life really beat the writer out of a person?
If one stops writing, does that mean the end for the writer?
I think if you’ve been a writer for so many years, it is possible you could feel there is no more stories within to share with the world. What happens then? Do you contemplate “retirement” as I’m sure many have done? Or, rather, just take a break and pursue another creative endeavor?
In my personal experience, I took a seven-year “break” from writing for various reasons. In the end, I found that I needed to be a writer in order to truly live. I needed to write in order to battle the internal demons that kept haunting me. For me, writing was the only way to make sense of this thing called life (as well as death which plagued me since I was a girl).
I believe a writer is always a writer. You can stop writing for a while, but you can’t stop forever. An event, or a person, or a memory will suddenly trigger the creative hunger that had lied dormant, and you find that you must write or risk insanity. Or, worse.
Okay, okay…writers are pretty much considered crazy or odd anyway. How much worse could we possibly get???
Only you can answer that.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts. ~Juvenal, Satires
Being an author is being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Terri Guillemets
A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades, 1947
I feel like I’ve hit a wall the past few days. I have many projects on the back burner that need my attention, and there are oodles of ideas rolling around in my head demanding my undivided attention; then, why can’t I just pick up a pen and start writing?
It feels like an invisible force is holding my hands hostage. It won’t allow me to reach for a pen, or even pull up the MS Word on the computer.
What is going on here?
Granted, a lot have happened this past month that probably would have “blocked” anyone, but still. I’m a writer. It is what I must do.
And I can’t.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury
This will be my new inspirational quote especially after the kind of month I had in July. Writing as well as my good friend, Muse, have been my constant and true companions during these dark days as they have always been in the past. I love having the ability to withdraw into the imaginary worlds which dwell in my mind, as well as being able to lose myself completely and utterly whenever I take up a pen. So, when I read this particular quote this evening, it just rang loud and true to me.
Yes, I intend to remain perpetually drunk on writing so that I’m able to weather the storms of life!