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I'm beginning to realize that there are two kinds of people who write:
The first category (lower case-w) write as a means to an end. They have a message or passion that they want to communicate. Writing is one of many ways they get it done. From the best I can tell, these writers have an easier time publishing/marketing than the second group.
Capital-W Writers, on the other hand, write because they can't do anything else. They are so in love with words, they can't help but attempt to create art with them. Perhaps this category is the stereotypical image of a "writer."
Both types of writers are fully legitimate. I have spent most of my life trying to fit myself into the first category. I wanted to write for a living, so it made sense to me to find something to devote all my words to.
The problem was that the ONE thing was writing itself.
As Newland told Ellen: Each time you happen to me all over again. (Age of Innocence) Writing is like that. Each time I read or (more rarely) write that beautiful sentence, the one that finds the exact right words...that feeling is better than almost anything. It's addictive, finding the perfect words to describe the world.
Without writing, the world is a muddier place, with experiences rushing by, no way to grab on.
Denying that this art is valid in its own right stalled my writing for so long. But when I don't write the world is more confusing, and I struggle to hear God's voice. I wanted a reason to justify the time I spend writing, but we don't justify breathing.
As I learn to lean into the words, writing makes me much.
What "muches" you today?
- Little boys, concerned about mommy getting something to eat
- Pretty flowers
- A counter full of ingredients, makings of a delicious meal
- Cuddly kittens
- Beautiful friends that speak the gospel