I don't know about a masterpiece, but SAME. There is something about a writer twisting all that resistance and inner dialogue inside out and offering it up for us to see that helps create a whole body of work of it's own.
"I gave myself permission to lay down and rest the crazy exhaustion that came over me because what I know to be true is that I am feeling anything but 'so alive / more than normal alive / lit up by the experience of living. And fuck, I miss that feeling."
For fucks sake, Woman.
How is it that you always have the ability to siphon whatever emotion I am doing all I can to keep from my conscious awareness and put it right down on the page for me to have to look right in the face and take on?
I love you for that, but fuck. I was quite happy living in my dissociated, immobile little world of denial and then you go and call me out.
(I am joking, of course. Well, sort of. I was called out, but by my own subconscious awareness. And I do love you for it.)
I think it's gotta be because so damn many of us are having the same exact experience and it's actually more of a miracle (and more of a tragedy) that we spend so much of our lives NOT knowing that when we could be holding the whole of it together instead of trying to keep it all going alone.
Thank you so much Tori. And yes, for last night at least, it did not. Sometimes I think that's what it takes. You don't want to write about something? Well, sit your ass down and write about not wanting to write it :)
I have many ideas swirling in my head but when I sit down to write, it becomes this garbled mess of nonsense on paper. I’m struggling with getting out of my own way and perhaps more so with escaping my comfort zone and write about things I want to write about not what I’m good at and best able to defend.
I just start with the words "this is what I know to be true for me right now" on the top of a document or piece of paper, and then I let a numbered list flow out. Sometimes (like this one) they kind of all fit into a cohesive whole. Others, they hardly seem related. But always I find out something I didn't know, or I tie together two things I had no idea where related. I think, for me, this form gives permission for it to be a garbled mess. It says, right off the bat, I'm not trying to build a cohesive story arc or a masterful essay. I'm just writing to find out what I want to write. Give it a try, you never know what might happen.
My normal approach with souls like you (those who feel inclined to leave anonymous, drive by comments like these - unkindness for the soul purpose of being unkind) is to offer the precise amount of attention they deserve. Which is to say, I usually choose to ignore them completely.
However, as we read the thread below it's easy to see that you've not only chosen not to continue the discourse, but to drag it down to the level of insulting physical appearance. Part of me wants to ask what you get from this, what it offers your existence and spirit and heart, but the rest of me is fairly certain that's not the sort of exchange you come here for. That part of me really doesn't care all that much about your answer. You must have your reasons, as mysterious as they are to me.
I do want to say that, just as unkindness wouldn't be welcome in my living room, it's truly not welcome here in my digital domain either. Yes, I can easily block you from my publication, but instead i'm just going to invite you to take your own exit and move along. There is truly nothing for you to see here, and I feel certain you must have something or someone in your life more in need of the time and attention you are offering to cutting down strangers on the internet.
You felt compelled to make this comment, why? Please do share with us your writing, Rach. Let’s see what you’re putting out there for the world to read. Oh right, you have nothing on here. Of course you don’t.
Writers creating masterpieces while writing about not being able to write is one of my favourite genres
Darn it, I swear I replied to this already!
I don't know about a masterpiece, but SAME. There is something about a writer twisting all that resistance and inner dialogue inside out and offering it up for us to see that helps create a whole body of work of it's own.
Maybe you though very intensely about replying but then didn't irl, it happens to me all the time when people text me 🤷♀️😅
And yes, it's like exorcising a spirit by calling it by its name
Oooh. " exorcising a spirit by calling it by its name". I like this so much
"I gave myself permission to lay down and rest the crazy exhaustion that came over me because what I know to be true is that I am feeling anything but 'so alive / more than normal alive / lit up by the experience of living. And fuck, I miss that feeling."
For fucks sake, Woman.
How is it that you always have the ability to siphon whatever emotion I am doing all I can to keep from my conscious awareness and put it right down on the page for me to have to look right in the face and take on?
I love you for that, but fuck. I was quite happy living in my dissociated, immobile little world of denial and then you go and call me out.
(I am joking, of course. Well, sort of. I was called out, but by my own subconscious awareness. And I do love you for it.)
I think it's gotta be because so damn many of us are having the same exact experience and it's actually more of a miracle (and more of a tragedy) that we spend so much of our lives NOT knowing that when we could be holding the whole of it together instead of trying to keep it all going alone.
I loved reading this so much! I relate. The resistance didn’t win, hurrah!
Thank you so much Tori. And yes, for last night at least, it did not. Sometimes I think that's what it takes. You don't want to write about something? Well, sit your ass down and write about not wanting to write it :)
Working through the resistance in real time and turning lemons into lemonade 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
I have many ideas swirling in my head but when I sit down to write, it becomes this garbled mess of nonsense on paper. I’m struggling with getting out of my own way and perhaps more so with escaping my comfort zone and write about things I want to write about not what I’m good at and best able to defend.
I think that's why I use this prompt the most.
I just start with the words "this is what I know to be true for me right now" on the top of a document or piece of paper, and then I let a numbered list flow out. Sometimes (like this one) they kind of all fit into a cohesive whole. Others, they hardly seem related. But always I find out something I didn't know, or I tie together two things I had no idea where related. I think, for me, this form gives permission for it to be a garbled mess. It says, right off the bat, I'm not trying to build a cohesive story arc or a masterful essay. I'm just writing to find out what I want to write. Give it a try, you never know what might happen.
Fantastic advice. Thank you.
never read such utter rubbish in my life, try again.
Rach,
My normal approach with souls like you (those who feel inclined to leave anonymous, drive by comments like these - unkindness for the soul purpose of being unkind) is to offer the precise amount of attention they deserve. Which is to say, I usually choose to ignore them completely.
However, as we read the thread below it's easy to see that you've not only chosen not to continue the discourse, but to drag it down to the level of insulting physical appearance. Part of me wants to ask what you get from this, what it offers your existence and spirit and heart, but the rest of me is fairly certain that's not the sort of exchange you come here for. That part of me really doesn't care all that much about your answer. You must have your reasons, as mysterious as they are to me.
I do want to say that, just as unkindness wouldn't be welcome in my living room, it's truly not welcome here in my digital domain either. Yes, I can easily block you from my publication, but instead i'm just going to invite you to take your own exit and move along. There is truly nothing for you to see here, and I feel certain you must have something or someone in your life more in need of the time and attention you are offering to cutting down strangers on the internet.
sorry Jeanette
sorry Jeanette
You felt compelled to make this comment, why? Please do share with us your writing, Rach. Let’s see what you’re putting out there for the world to read. Oh right, you have nothing on here. Of course you don’t.
Please...... Kerri..... try to be a little more mature and less triggered.
You can’t provide a meaningful explanation for your comment nor your lack of quality content? Noted.
Listen Karen….
1) ill leave content when im good and ready.
2) with that hair style i shouldnt critisise!
lol… what a well thought out and intellectual response. Karma will handle this. I don’t need to. Have the day you deserve.