I take risks. But I don’t like to take risks when it comes to my writing because too much of my writing is me. I can risk my bank balance, my happiness, my life … but I cannot risk my writing.
Well, I couldn’t risk my writing for a while there. But now … I’ve had another interesting week this week. My mother claims that there is something about my room with a view that has sparked a flame in my writing and perhaps some of the inspiration I’ve been having lately can be credited to the floating city that changes every day.
Personally, I’m inclined to think that my writing has changed because my attitude has changed. Something happened, yes, but I’m not sure what it was. Something, somewhere, ignited a raging fire within me and I’ve been blazing ever since. I feel this overwhelming sense of courage. Courage not just to write, but to write with honesty and not to fear when parts of my soul are left on the page for all to see. These are the parts that I normally edit out, then I file the whole thing away so no one can see it, just in case there is a shadow of my soul left in the words. I cannot stand the thought of people judging me.
We are funny, we humans. We are so concerned about protecting ourselves, protecting the way we want others to see us, that we forget we aren’t as bad as we think we are. I had a great conversation with a friend regarding my letter and it ended with me saying “What the heck am I worried about? It’s a letter, a piece of writing that won a prize … it’s not like it’s porn!”
I’ve been bouncing about ever since. I’ve embraced the fact that I’ve released a part of my writing into the world – a massive step for me – and now, instead of fearing the consequences, I’m smiling at them. Sometimes we need a little shove to give us the courage we already have laying dormant within. Sometimes we need a word of encouragement or just a simple reminder that people love you because you’re you, not because you are shielding yourself from them. As the wonderful Dr. Seuss says:
Today you are You, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive who is Youer than You.
And so …
My writing wish for you this week is for you to find courage. Write something that you have been wanting to write for years but have never had the courage to put on paper. Write it, read it again the next day, nurture it into being. Love that shard of honesty and then show it to someone you trust. You are a writer. Take risks. Have courage.
This post has also been cross-posted at Budding Writer’s League.