I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

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They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.



Sunday, August 23, 2015

I am a what?



I can maim, torture, kill and bury my victims alive if I want to. While driving along the highway I see bodies in the woods because I put them there. I can marry a ninety year old and kiss a tween. I can be the ninety year old and be the tween. I can swim and drown and splash and walk on water. I can live to be a 100 year old virgin and I can be a teenage hooker, kicked out and living on the streets or in a penthouse. Blow up houses, malls, balloons and my mind, I can suffer in the rubble and can rescue the bleeding damaged sorry souls in the rubble too. I can set time bombs, sniff out bombs, decommission mines, plant mines and lose my limbs while doing so.
Giving birth, stealing babies, selling babies, saving babies, that’s what I can do.
I’m a famous unknown, I’m a writer.

I’m like a dog, there’s nothing gross I cannot be and nothing sweeter than a reassuring paw on a quivering hand. I imagine everything and forget it all. I make it up as truthfully as I can. Turn my back on you, stand toe to toe, get in your face, your space, your mind and up your behind, I am a writer.
I can, and will, and won’t and refuse to and beg to do it all and do absolutely nothing because I am a writer. My mind does not work like yours, unless you write.
We are a gang, a group, a line of misfits reaching to the moon and to the center of the earth. We imagine what others don’t even want or care to think about because we are writers.
Think about that?
That’s what we do.
We break rules and make them up.
We are writers who can weasel in and under and crawl beneath your skin all the way up and into your brain. We can break your heart, make you cry, laugh, throw up, sigh and get high because our pages smoke.
We have and will continue to change minds and the world because we are writers. Me, I’m nothing and everything because...
I
am
a
writer.
So, have a nice day today because I can make sure you don’t have a nice one tomorrow, and you know why?
Got that?
Understand?
You do?
You must be a writer too.

5 comments:

  1. Ha, can you tell I've been watching Investigative I'D all day. Yes, I am a writer but I don't think I could come up with some of the bazaar scenarios real life contours up.

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  2. Yeah. That WAS different from your usual "voice." LOL! Investigative ID can be addicting. I watched a LOT of it when I was writing the hard crime novel. Where else would I have come up with the way I had my antagonist "take care" of a problem member of their organization...hmmmm?

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    1. After I posted the blog I almost deleted it because it sounded like a weird confession by a twisted mind. Oh - yeah - well - maybe it is. When you think of the actual research we make as writers, who'd believe we are as innocent as we are? Only another writer.

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  3. Isn't that the most exciting thing about writing? You can explore all kinds of things you'd never have the chance to in real life.

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    1. Absolutely, like killing the boss or a cheating husband. But I like my boss and my husband is a great guy.

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