Writing is one of the most terrifying things to take on. As a writer every word you put on the page is analyzed. It can be your heart and soul on every page, and that is why I think you need to protect your craft. You need to find a community that supports you, helps you grow, and brings you up.
The world is filled with so much negativity that sometimes its hard to remember how to be excited about the good in life. I love that the blogging community is a powerful group that rally's around each other and is fiercely protective of its members. Hopefully I'll find my place amongst you.
I have a lot of plans for the next few months. Everything from nano, to short story writing, to publishing in literary magazines, to keeping my blogs active. I know that you go places when you push to get there. I'm tired of failing.
My first step though is setting up my writing space. I'm hopefully going to post the before and after pictures of my new little hovel. I am going to get it together tomorrow evening just in time for camp nano.
I know no ones reading yet, but a start is a start.
Das Ende. Erojoy.
Monday, July 30, 2012
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Thursday, October 6, 2011
Why write?
I met with my writing group last night. It’s been a year that I’ve known these people, and though I only see them once a week, I trust them. I trust them, because I let them read what I write. I let them see my mistakes and imperfections which are things I try to hide from almost everyone in my life; even myself.
Well last night, an important and difficult question was brought to the table. One of the writers stated she met someone, a fellow author. This woman had published a book about genital mutilation. It was a personal account of the horrors she faced. This woman (Soraya Mire, www.sorayamire.org), really burned a thought into my colleague’s mind. You see, she began to feel that the words she was writing seemed trite compared this woman’s tragedy and ability to rise from it. She told us that she didn’t feel she could write her fantasy fiction without appearing like a fool, like she didn’t care about other people's personal journeys. She told us, she didn’t see her words as powerful, and that they weren’t placing an impact on the world.
Were her words worthy to be written down?
YES. A thousand times yes.
As she relayed the story, tears came to my eyes. I have gone through some horrific things in my life, none that I’m currently interested in getting into at this time, but horrific none the less. If it weren’t for those amazing escapist stories, I don’t know where I’d be. At times I’ve felt as though I’d been thrown into a deep well so dark that light couldn’t breach it. I could feel the physical manifestation of my memories crawl along my spine and bore their way into my mind. Not allowing me to forget what I’d felt, saw, smelled, or tasted. There was no reprieve.
There is no greater torture than the one our minds can create for ourselves. I needed those books. I needed those stories. I needed to hear the sound of someone else’s voice in my mind. If any one of those authors had given up, had thought there words weren’t important enough, I don’t know if I’d have made it. At the moments I felt my guilt, mentally self inflicted punishment, and feelings of worthlessness drowning me as though the well had filled with water and was choking me just within an inch of my life, I had another chapter to read. I had another story to finish. Someone else’s story became the floatation device keeping my head above the water.
Please don’t ever think your words are worthless. Even if they only mean something to one person, then they’ve done something for someone. Keep writing. You never know who you might keep afloat.
Well last night, an important and difficult question was brought to the table. One of the writers stated she met someone, a fellow author. This woman had published a book about genital mutilation. It was a personal account of the horrors she faced. This woman (Soraya Mire, www.sorayamire.org), really burned a thought into my colleague’s mind. You see, she began to feel that the words she was writing seemed trite compared this woman’s tragedy and ability to rise from it. She told us that she didn’t feel she could write her fantasy fiction without appearing like a fool, like she didn’t care about other people's personal journeys. She told us, she didn’t see her words as powerful, and that they weren’t placing an impact on the world.
Were her words worthy to be written down?
YES. A thousand times yes.
As she relayed the story, tears came to my eyes. I have gone through some horrific things in my life, none that I’m currently interested in getting into at this time, but horrific none the less. If it weren’t for those amazing escapist stories, I don’t know where I’d be. At times I’ve felt as though I’d been thrown into a deep well so dark that light couldn’t breach it. I could feel the physical manifestation of my memories crawl along my spine and bore their way into my mind. Not allowing me to forget what I’d felt, saw, smelled, or tasted. There was no reprieve.
There is no greater torture than the one our minds can create for ourselves. I needed those books. I needed those stories. I needed to hear the sound of someone else’s voice in my mind. If any one of those authors had given up, had thought there words weren’t important enough, I don’t know if I’d have made it. At the moments I felt my guilt, mentally self inflicted punishment, and feelings of worthlessness drowning me as though the well had filled with water and was choking me just within an inch of my life, I had another chapter to read. I had another story to finish. Someone else’s story became the floatation device keeping my head above the water.
Please don’t ever think your words are worthless. Even if they only mean something to one person, then they’ve done something for someone. Keep writing. You never know who you might keep afloat.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
introductions...
I figure it's best to start with a little info about myself.
I've been blogging forever, but no one ever reads my blogs. haha. Which is okay, because I find, it's more about expressing something you felt passionate about in that moment than getting a million followers.
I love writing. I love reading. I wish I could do it full time, and the more I work on my novels, the more I find I wish I was part of a bigger writing community, and so I thought why not work towards building one I'm a part of, as well as join others. This is why I decided to start a blog based on that simple fact...the passion for creativity.
Storytelling is dynamic, and so I hope to expand my understanding of it, and the people who participate; whether by words, or pictures, or video.
I hope you join me on this journey, and can direct me to other people, blogs, websites, etc, where I can fulfill this interest, as well as share with me here.
Thank you,
Erojoy
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