Cleaning Out My Consciousness CH. 2: A Writer Is…
To be a writer is to surrender your innermost thoughts and feelings to a piece of paper. You see, a writer is not like other people. He lives in a state of constant consciousness, with no nulls or pauses to break. His solitude is a bit lonelier than the average man’s, yet he chooses to bask in it. His love is a bit funnier, yet he takes it quite seriously. As for his highs and his lows, he has nearly bathed with Jesus, dined with the devil, and danced on all valleys, peaks, and planes in between.
A writer seeks to feel in the purest of form, drown in the dampest of sorrows, fight in the face of fury, meditate in the power of peace, and love (and I mean loooove) in the pleasure of passion. Every detail of every act, every gestured motion, and every spoken word in his presence provides a source of potential material for his words. The studying never ends. The world is his subject. Observing is his expertise.
At times, such can be burdensome. Perhaps, a bit obnoxious. Alas, the lifestyle of writing, the force never to be severed, is too fierce to be stopped. A writer is defined by his perception. With perception, comes opinions and interpretations. And with this inglorious trifecta comes words, an overriding sense of articulate nature.
A writer is a writer is a writer. And as one myself, I can wholly attest to the proclamation above. This is not merely what I assume from my own experiences, but it is what I know from those equally immersed in the craft. The writer’s pattern is somewhat of a predestined one; as much a chameleon as he may be, his sense of inconsistency and dissatisfaction never fails him. This is what keeps him on his toes. This is what excites him and shakes him to the core.
He wants MORE. He needs MORE. More places to go, more people to see, more words to speak and more things to write. His mind is ever-active. He is a prisoner of his craft. A writer is a potent being.
As for me – potent or not- wherever I go, my craft goes with me. I’m as romantic as I am realistic, and I think things are seeming to become a bit more transparent as the days roll along. It’s fun to feel fictional. Every day is another chapter. Every high is another climax. Every low is another conclusion. Life is a story. Leave it to the writer to narrate the tale.
Possibly one of the best things I’ve ever read. I was nodding my head the entire way through. I can really feel this – hit me hard. Well done, sir/madam.
this is beautiful!