Little Gods
We writers are different from other people. That is why what we
share on this site is more a happy family, rather than a dreary
deck of Dribbles.
We share a comfy, cosy little community, and I’m jolly pleased to be amongst you all. We understand the dark sides to being a writer; the dubious stares we receive as we write in queues, pubs and on public transport and the sometimes discouraging comments we endure from our families. But we know (I hope) to take it all with a pinch of salt.
The passion is in our blood, running through our veins and this red hot passion creates an invisible energy that keeps us at it, day after day. It rewards us with a satisfaction that sometimes can be hard to find in our daily jobs. Even if we never reach the stature of the published novelist, it is this journey that we are on now that matters.
Sometimes we can feel like failures and look longingly at those who seem to be having a wild time in life, out every evening, living it up, whilst we are alone at our desks wallowing in our world of words. But we are doing a worthy job. Don’t forget that.
We only have one chance on this earth. It is important to do something special, and that’s what we do. Through time, with discipline and constant motivation, we will become better writers. The importance is to do what you love. Whether we make it or not doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. Think of Mozart or Beethoven. Where would we be without their sensitive emotional pieces of music? They never reaped the praise they deserved but I’m sure they enjoyed what they did. They lived for their passion and saw it through to the end and that’s what made their lives complete.
We create - not the universe -but we create. We are geniuses and the world needs people like us. The world needs YOU.
We possess the gift to imagine the world a better place, a reconditioned world with all the dust taken away, and we can add in chocolaty delights wherever we want. In fact, we are nothing less that little Gods. Little Gods camping out in the sky on this lovely cloud and we float around searching for the bundle of words that might mean something special to someone.
(I hope this makes at least a little sense. I do tend to get carried away at times. But as a writer, you probably do too).
We writers are needed and have an important job to do. We dig deep. We mine in the mind and in doing so find treasures more beautiful than most people will ever see. Many people pass through life without realising that this cluster of precious stones exists. But you know this, and I know this, and that is why we write.
Without us, the world would be a dreary place indeed.
We share a comfy, cosy little community, and I’m jolly pleased to be amongst you all. We understand the dark sides to being a writer; the dubious stares we receive as we write in queues, pubs and on public transport and the sometimes discouraging comments we endure from our families. But we know (I hope) to take it all with a pinch of salt.
The passion is in our blood, running through our veins and this red hot passion creates an invisible energy that keeps us at it, day after day. It rewards us with a satisfaction that sometimes can be hard to find in our daily jobs. Even if we never reach the stature of the published novelist, it is this journey that we are on now that matters.
Sometimes we can feel like failures and look longingly at those who seem to be having a wild time in life, out every evening, living it up, whilst we are alone at our desks wallowing in our world of words. But we are doing a worthy job. Don’t forget that.
We only have one chance on this earth. It is important to do something special, and that’s what we do. Through time, with discipline and constant motivation, we will become better writers. The importance is to do what you love. Whether we make it or not doesn’t really matter at the end of the day. Think of Mozart or Beethoven. Where would we be without their sensitive emotional pieces of music? They never reaped the praise they deserved but I’m sure they enjoyed what they did. They lived for their passion and saw it through to the end and that’s what made their lives complete.
We create - not the universe -but we create. We are geniuses and the world needs people like us. The world needs YOU.
We possess the gift to imagine the world a better place, a reconditioned world with all the dust taken away, and we can add in chocolaty delights wherever we want. In fact, we are nothing less that little Gods. Little Gods camping out in the sky on this lovely cloud and we float around searching for the bundle of words that might mean something special to someone.
(I hope this makes at least a little sense. I do tend to get carried away at times. But as a writer, you probably do too).
We writers are needed and have an important job to do. We dig deep. We mine in the mind and in doing so find treasures more beautiful than most people will ever see. Many people pass through life without realising that this cluster of precious stones exists. But you know this, and I know this, and that is why we write.
Without us, the world would be a dreary place indeed.
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Each of us was dying to know what the other was writing but neither enquired. We shared a look which seemed to say ‘Hi. I see you are a writer too.’ and then proceeded to sup our coffees in silence. It seemed almost an unwritten rule ‘not to disturb’ another writer whilst in their own escapist world.
When he eventually stood to leave a “Bye” was forthcoming. We understood each other perfectly. It was totally endearing.
I love being a writer!
You're right Kim, we aren't alway misunderstood, thankfully, and it's simply wonderful when you do meet that person that seems to understand you perfectly, isn't it?
Kim – Cafe Nero do better coffee – and you get free water with it! Mine's a skinny double shot regular latte, or an espresso if I'm feeling latin. I was there this morning, looking through a notebook, and a man was looking over my shoulder. We exchanged a few nods. Lots of people know that I write in there and call in. I've promised them a credit if I get published.
The artist's habit of both standing back and engaging with the world, of keeping multiple viewpoints at all times, does seem to be instinctive. There is a strong trait of it in my family, and it has led both to artists and scientists, but whether it is born or learned, I'm not sure.
Hugs to you all,
John x
I like what you have written. I am not feeling particularly special with regards to writing at the moment though. Seemed to have hit a brick wall! Bummer!
I often wonder, if I weigh up the money I have spent and will eventually spend on feedback for the play, against the money spent on lattes, which would be the greater overhead?...OK. No contest. Especially when you add in the odd orange and lemon muffin! Scrumptious. :-)
One thing I have found is that the hardest thing to write is the truth, to wring out a moment with all its occupying emotion in complete honesty. That's exactly why I find this writing business special Aiyla.
Each one of us that writes science fiction creates not just worlds but galaxies in which the very laws of physics may be different, the worlds and suns and peoples clearly defined in the mind of one person, sharing his/her vision with the reader, hopeful that they will understand and live alongside the protagonist for the duration of the adventure.
What greater calling can there be than to create worlds, star systems, galaxies and universes in one’s mind and share them with anyone with the wit to read. To my mind there is none.
The average guy in the street has nothing to leave future generations but the wealth that he has been fortunate enough to accumulated in life, cold hard cash and assets, the wealth that he hopes will make his children’s life that much better than his own. But on top of this, I have something more to give – something that may be greater than money. Something that may serve them better as they make their way through the vagaries of life. I leave my thoughts to them. I leave the innermost workings of my psyche on paper, whether published or not. I leave them my mind. I hope they understand what it cost me to do so. I pray that they gain a shred of wisdom, an insight from my meandering tales. I pray that in reading my work, they do not make the same mistakes I did. I pray I have left enough object lessons in my muse to make sure they do not.
This is my gift. My one, true gift to my children. It is worth more than money, more than words spoken softly in their ears when things have not gone to plan in their young lives. I leave them everything I am and everything I have been. I lay bare all my mistakes and the repercussions thereof.
I leave them me.
I am a writer.
AW
your words are so true and it's exactly what I needed to hear this morning. Life can be so tarnished when we do jobs that just don't correspond with what we want or who we are. We feel so tied down and burdened with them because we need to keep paying, paying, paying. But is this life? Is this really what it's all about?
I'm trying to break free from all this at the moment. I need to breathe and live life the way i want to. I hope I'll find the answer. Writing certainly helps. In fact, I think we are all lucky to be writers, published or not.
: )
x
Just what I needed!
Gels x
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