tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140037.post4113655619657743768..comments2023-10-31T16:37:29.340+00:00Comments on A Salted: Why I write.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597852661913928616noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140037.post-17753725854113305072008-01-16T11:26:00.000+00:002008-01-16T11:26:00.000+00:00Missed this post, Sara, sorry. You say some very ...Missed this post, Sara, sorry. You say some very good thought-provoking things here.<BR/><BR/>I love the idea of a creative artist (in any sphere) translating the world rather than communicating it.<BR/><BR/>Not sure I agree with all that jim murdoch says (hello Jim)... because there are thousands upon thousands of writers who write purely for other people. Not just journalists... anyone who finds a 'formula' and then mil;ks it could be said to be doing just that.<BR/><BR/>And whether your medium is music, paint, stone or words, seeking to translating the world is an amazing journey that requires amazing gifts, including the humilty to understand that we aint good and perfect, none of us. And God forbid I should ever be! Thatt's the day I will stop discovering, stop learning. And may as well shut up shop.<BR/><BR/>Stick with it, Sara. You have a gift, but sometimes it hurts to use it.Vanessa Gebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833187671441310234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140037.post-72647673971735317812008-01-11T16:16:00.000+00:002008-01-11T16:16:00.000+00:00Thanks for your comments Jim. You are right, talen...Thanks for your comments Jim. You are right, talent is only the starting point. I have some talent and I have decided to push at this, to try to work at it, and soak up knowledge and keep on, even though it is tough. It is also, sometimes, rewarding and wonderful.<BR/><BR/>Cool poem.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00597852661913928616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13140037.post-16829492380542456622008-01-11T15:08:00.000+00:002008-01-11T15:08:00.000+00:00Sounds familiar. When people ask me why I write I ...Sounds familiar. When people ask me why I write I tell them it's because I can't not write. To my mind writing is as necessary as breathing and breathing can be hard, (trust me I'm an asthmatic, I know about these things) but, for all it's hard at times, I would never want not to breathe. <BR/><BR/>I've always thought that it must be cool to be a composer or and artist. They just sit down and start and they don't have any of these uncooperative words to contend with. I never write for anyone other that me; you can't. That said other people have loved my work; you can never discount reader input and timing. I posted this poem on <I>Zoetrope</I> a few years ago and one of the writers there printed it out and pinned it to his notice board beside his desk because, for him at least, it made perfect sense, it expresses exactly how he feels about his writing.<BR/><BR/>The Art of Breathing <BR/><BR/>To find room for the new<BR/>you have to let go of <BR/>the old<BR/><BR/>so to learn how to write<BR/>I had to forget how <BR/>to breathe<BR/><BR/>and for a time I thought<BR/>I had to write to keep <BR/>breathing<BR/><BR/>which makes such perfect sense<BR/>but only if you're a<BR/>poet.<BR/><BR/>20 November 1997<BR/><BR/>Am I a talented writer? Yes. That might sound like arrogance but I've been writing for thirty-five years; it's hard to ignore the evidence. I knew I was talented when I was a teenager though. Back then I was arrogant but not so arrogant that I wasn't willing to study and practice and develop that talent. Talent is only the starting point, like intelligence, it's what you do with it.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com