And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
– William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
In the last post, I addressed fear and the universal challenge of “Beginning Anew”. For me, that means many things. I hope to start writing with new vigor and vivacity, for I guess all writers feel that they are “burdened with glorious purpose”. We cannot help but scribe out our feelings and thoughts, most often projecting our personal musings and dreams into our characters and worlds. I tend to procrastinate regularly, therefore reducing my confidence in reaching “The End” of a book.
I’m not a very bold person, outwardly. I usually find it far easier to write dialogue than I can speak in a conversation. When I attempt to express my views or beliefs, I tend to fumble, and it takes a few moments to order my thoughts and speak cohesively on a subject. Add onto that a quirky sense of humor, which does not come out as wit or clever speeches, but as an inward amusement at sundry things in which I find glints of humor. I find it even more difficult to actually share my writing with real people in my life, which I am trying to get over. Writers must share, else they’d never ever publish anything. It takes courage to bear your soul, to hand over the story which encapsulates your soul in the fire and spice of words. The pen is indeed the most potent sword.
Sometimes it seems like nobody would be interested in the little bit of literature which you crafted, which you keep hidden in your closet or in a very personal file on your computer! You are most reluctant to even have your laptop open when others are around, because they might glimpse the prose and poetry you are writing. You’re terrified it won’t be good enough, that somebody will shrug it off or feign interest. When people patronize your literary endeavors, the world always feel like a darker, shallower place. But we artists need to be bold! If you start submitting your poems and stories to contests, start asking your friends and family to read your manuscripts, it might enrichen your creativity all the more! For me, it is a struggle to let my mom read my stories at the dinner table, with the entire family listening. I squirm with discomfort, picking up on errors I think stand out obviously to everyone else. Truth is, you will always be your hardest critic. But chances are, those who love you will love what you create, will appreciate that you want to share with them snatches of your imagination. And if you are really passionate about your hobby (drawing, writing, photography, et cetera) then that passion will fuse into them, and they’ll enjoy it with you, though it might not be as much. Nobody is the same after all. But that’s what being human is all about!
So, this blog is my first step outside my little box. It’s time to start sharing the glimpses I catch into whimsical dreamworlds, the thrills I get from reading a certain book or watching a certain movie, the sketches that record the flitting images in my mind.