Monday, August 13, 2007

i'm not even a writer



I don't like writing. I never have. I have writer friends who keep journals, just so they can write. I don't. I don't like to write.


The problem is -- there's this story in my head that won't leave me alone. Can't I just tell someone about it and let them write it?


And it isn't lonely. There are other stories in there. So when I get this story written, those others are going to want to come out, too.



At least I'm saying "When" now instead of "if". That's some progress anyway.

Sigh.

7 comments:

  1. You will be a writer, because you can write. Keep at it!

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  2. You should be a writer :) You have a gift!

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  3. tee hee :) I'm not a novelist, I'm a poet.

    I heard someone say the other day "The best way to make God laugh is to say 'I have a plan.' "

    (Accidental Poet in disguise again)

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  4. It'll come! I can't wait to read it!

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  5. Don't fight it, Kay. Embrace the insanity.

    Bless you.

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  6. Well, what do you call all those words on all those sheets of paper? You know, the ones you let me read? You can do it.

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  7. When those pesky things start pounding on the walls of your skull, trying to break out like chicks emerging from their eggs, you've gotta be ready for them. If you don't like the idea of a paper nest for them, or a hard drive resting spot, there's always the option of a cassette tape recorder. Speak out the story and let someone be your "secretary" to type out the dictation ...

    Stories have a way of choosing their "victim" with intent. Whether to throw awry our own sense of who and what we are and are not, or to wreak havoc on our plans for life, or just to make us stop and look st something from a different angle with a sense of wonder -- I haven't decided.

    Enjoy the fact that you are now "chosen." If you can find a copy, try reading Madeleine L'Engle's "Walking on Water: Reflections on Art and Faith." There is a section in there about how a story comes to a person and says "enflesh me." And she likens it to the "Glorious Impossible" -- how Mary said "yes" to the seemingly impossible -- holding God inside her own womb.

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