What inspired Shakespeare to write his unforgettable sonnets? Byron or Keats to write such mellifluous odes?
Mozart to compose his exquisite final
masterpiece Requiem Mass in D Minor? Puccini to compose his final operatic
masterpiece Turandot (Puccini more
than any other operatic composer could merge a multitude of soprano,
mezzo-soprano, alto, tenor and baritone voices singing different melodies into
one harmonious sound) which sends shivers down my spine, produces goosebumps on
my arms and tears of joy down my face every time I see or hear it? Michelangelo to sculpt life-like forms Pieta` and David out of marble?
Words and language are a powerful vehicle. With words, a writer, poet or lyricist can express
ideas, provoke emotions, inspire, or open up the minds of an audience to a
brand new understanding or experience.
The reader or listener is in turn transformed and a connection is forever
forged between creator and audience.
A writer has a great responsibility. We are essentially a tour guide being
entrusted by our tourists, the readers, to take them on a journey. Readers place themselves in our hands and
trust we will take them somewhere they want to go, and get them there
safely. A reader does not appreciate
being taken down a dead end path, through a hallway to a false door,
encountering red herrings, unsolved clues, unresolved plots, loose ends, or
last minute, unnecessary characters. In
turn, writers don’t want to lose their readers’ interest or trust, for fear of being
abandoned before the journey’s end.
Writers are extremely vulnerable. We often take journeys to places of unknown
or fear, exploring right along with our readers how we think, see, and feel
about something, whether it be positive or negative subject matter for us. Writers reveal the facets of ourselves in
layers, opening up our deepest and darkest inner core, not knowing what the
audience reaction is while they are reading.
Unlike a comedian or live actor, there is no immediate feedback for a
writer. We have no idea if we should
continue down the path we are on, or if we should veer sharply in a different
direction. Is the reader shocked,
surprised, amused, disappointed, transformed, or worse lost? How much of
ourselves do we divulge and how much do we keep private?
Writers are no different from any other human being. We suffer from demons. We have crosses to bear. Fears we need to face. Traumas we need to overcome. We suffer from addiction, depression, abuse, insecurities,
lack of support from our families or significant others, having been told at
some point in our lives that we aren’t good enough or capable of
succeeding.
No matter what inspires us to write, writing is a bit of a
calling. It isn’t a choice, it’s a necessity. As writers, we take our experiences, transform
them into something meaningful, and in turn transform ourselves. For me, writing is an extremely cathartic
exercise, a constructive and healthy way of dealing with what is happening in
and around me. I can go to a place in my head, work something out, and then
move on. It’s a hell of a lot less
expensive and time consuming than lying on a couch, shelling out $200 an hour
to someone who merely nods their head and says “Uh-huh, why do you think
you feel this way, what was your childhood like?”
Writing is also a much more effective way of
dealing with things then allowing them to fester inside our heads; creating
doubt, guilt, mental or physical blocks.
Writers work out their psychological baggage on paper, and readers
become our analysts, our priests, our pastors and our support groups. The reader becomes our captive audience. There is a symbiotic relationship between
writer and reader. The writer has
something to divulge and the audience has a need to be told a story. In this way, we feed off each other. And in
the best case, the reader is transformed along with us. It’s a
mutually beneficial relationship.
I used to be an organized writer. I would structure an outline, write multiple
drafts, know exactly where my starting and ending points were and what I was
trying to accomplish with a piece. Due
to lack of time, outlining went to the wayside long ago. I have no compass or map in my backpack. I use no GPS.
I simply put pen to paper (or if I am really pressed for time, straight
to word processor), and more often than not, the words just pour out without a
plan, logical guideline or filter. In
some cases it’s like a dam breaking, with water pouring in every
direction. As a writer, I am more of a tour
guide who goes off-roading, taking my readers on a route that even I haven’t
driven on before, and experience the journey right alongside the reader. Right or wrong, for better or worse, it’s the
best I can do for the moment. Sometimes
it’s more raw and honest when I don’t spend a lot of time self-editing.
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