I have at last succumbed to the lure of a Facebook page for my wittering, the fact that my poor friends will now be bombarded with sonnets and my latest novels is I am sure filling them all with a sense of longing as I write... Well, it would be nice to think so at least, but my guess is they are looking into their laps and shaking their heads thinking "what is he up to now?"
You could forgive them for that thought, after all there are few careers left for me to try and the pool is getting smaller! The truth of the matter is that writing has always been a part of my make-up, I failed miserably at school because all i wanted to do was write, i had no passion for anything else, but when i left school at 15 i had to work and earn a wage, somehow my life just went on from there.
I will let you all into a little secret that I have kept for a long time, no, it's not that I am gay or that the children look a lot like our Postman, (they don't do they?). The fact is if you have an ability to write it is a gift, but it can also be a curse. To be able to write you have to be open and allow yourself to get involved with the subject matter, this in turn can leave your feelings and thoughts on a knife edge. Don't think for one minute that you can control them with a stiff Scotch or a good talking to, if you write with passion then it will haunt you.
If I was asked if i would prefer to be "normal" rather than be faced with this constant inner turmoil then the answer would be "yes". But that is not the case and if you cannot harness a gift then you must embrace it. I have found of late that the passion that is so entrenched in the written word can spill over into real life and for those not accustomed to it then it can be frightening and constrictive even overwhelming. I have found this recently to my cost, I will be haunted by it forever but it is my destiny and mine alone and I am who I am.
So, in the absence of a cure for my disease I will have to take that which would destroy me and make it work for me. Writing is a selfish lonely passion, it is a cruel mistress and takes no prisoners but when it is harnessed it is a thrill like no other, so don't feel sorry for this tortured mind, it will always do what it is doing now, evaluating, asking and talking....the last bit way way too much but I mean nothing by it. They are usually my thoughts out loud without any form of censorship. Years ago it was called wearing your heart on your sleeve. Dave James Facebook
You could forgive them for that thought, after all there are few careers left for me to try and the pool is getting smaller! The truth of the matter is that writing has always been a part of my make-up, I failed miserably at school because all i wanted to do was write, i had no passion for anything else, but when i left school at 15 i had to work and earn a wage, somehow my life just went on from there.
I will let you all into a little secret that I have kept for a long time, no, it's not that I am gay or that the children look a lot like our Postman, (they don't do they?). The fact is if you have an ability to write it is a gift, but it can also be a curse. To be able to write you have to be open and allow yourself to get involved with the subject matter, this in turn can leave your feelings and thoughts on a knife edge. Don't think for one minute that you can control them with a stiff Scotch or a good talking to, if you write with passion then it will haunt you.
If I was asked if i would prefer to be "normal" rather than be faced with this constant inner turmoil then the answer would be "yes". But that is not the case and if you cannot harness a gift then you must embrace it. I have found of late that the passion that is so entrenched in the written word can spill over into real life and for those not accustomed to it then it can be frightening and constrictive even overwhelming. I have found this recently to my cost, I will be haunted by it forever but it is my destiny and mine alone and I am who I am.
So, in the absence of a cure for my disease I will have to take that which would destroy me and make it work for me. Writing is a selfish lonely passion, it is a cruel mistress and takes no prisoners but when it is harnessed it is a thrill like no other, so don't feel sorry for this tortured mind, it will always do what it is doing now, evaluating, asking and talking....the last bit way way too much but I mean nothing by it. They are usually my thoughts out loud without any form of censorship. Years ago it was called wearing your heart on your sleeve. Dave James Facebook
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