Competitiveness has never been my strong suit– in a way. Let me explain. In sports, I played positions that really didn’t make any changes to the game. (ie; left field, 3rd base, top right corner of the volleyball floor/field/whatever). In journalism, I reported the stories no one wanted to cover. In yearbook, I took the campus pictures and organized the layout’s of each page. Retouching photos, repositioning photos, etc. When I became the Editor in Chief of the yearbook, I delegated the jobs according to the personalities that fit the job, keeping the crappy jobs for myself, this kept everyone happy. I was never going to be that person, willing to lay everything on the line, for that one moment of glory, at the expense of someone else–or myself.
When it comes to my writing, I’m the rock star of my concert. I’m the Michael Angelo creating his master piece. In my head, I’m signing autographs when I see comments on my blog or people read my writing and tell me its “Talented Work.” I know, I know. Kind of ridiculous. But true! I don’t write to please other people. I write about the things that matter to me, that affect me, and that inspire me. When I write on my blog, I’m choosing to share those thoughts with Web Land. There is no structure to it. There is no point in the general scheme of things. Therefore, just because I don’t have a beginning, a middle, and an end, doesn’t mean that I suck as a writer. Doesn’t give anyone the right to criticize my writing for lack of schooling.
“Prose can be technically correct but rhythmically unpleasant.” –Noah Lukeman, The First Five Pages
It means that I had something on my mind and decided to write about it. To share it with the world in the hopes of changing the world, one word at a time. If something I write, frustrates you, angers you, makes you happy, leaves you feeling sad, gets you to stop in your tracks and think about what I wrote, then I did my job. As a Writer. No school can teach you this, not one person can convey to anyone else how to be creative and write compelling stories, ideas, thoughts. You either have it, or you don’t. Plain and simple.
When my thoughts are jumbled in my head and I can’t seem to express them to people by way of my mouth, then I write. The second my fingers touch the keyboard, most of the time, it flows. The words, stand up straight, get into a single file line, and know their place in the sentence.
You wouldn’t look at someone’s painting while the artist is standing there and tell them, “Well your use of the blue paint is rather sickening. You should’ve used green, that’s my favorite color. Oh and that thingy right there, yeah, that doesn’t even go with the painting. Did you just learn to paint?” Your words can affect a person and make them take action. Your words have the power to change the world. I choose to use mine, rather then waste them.
So in reading this, I hope you understand where I’m coming from. Critique my writing, but be constructive. Observe my blog, and use considerate remarks. Just know in your mind, that I’ve opened the door to my heart and soul, wrote through the blood, sweat and tears. I’ve taken you out of your life for a couple minutes, giving your hands something entertaining to do, and gave your mind something to contemplate and reflect on.
And that my friend, is what a true-to-heart writer does.