After I push the “publish” button on this post, I’m heading up to UW-Madison’s 22nd Annual Writers’ Institute where I’ll be in Nirvana, Utopia, Seventh Heaven—pure bliss—for the next several days.
It’s often asked, “Why do writers write?”
I don’t think writer’s write, I think they’re written through. Somewhere along the way they gave themselves over to being a vessel through which words flow. A writer can’t not write—they’re compelled to write. Even if it’s only for themselves.
It’s in the creative experience of writing that ideas, emotions, and thoughts are unleashed. This “unleashing” is euphoric—a state that becomes addictive—a way of being in the world that opens the door to endless possibility…
Some of the telltale signs of a writer:
You’d be equally thrilled to receive a bouquet of freshly sharpened #2 pencils as you would a bouquet of flowers.
Sleuth-like, you carry a Moleskine® or other small tablet to capture your brilliant ideas, and great lines as you eavesdrop the conversations around you in a restaurant, on the train, in the line at the grocery store…
My best eavesdropping line [Older gentleman in bar says to young waiter as he’s getting ready to remove his seemingly empty glass]: “Young man, don’t ever waste marinated ice cubes.”
“Whatever you are not changing, you are choosing.”
– Laurie Buchanan
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