Saturday, September 22, 2012

Inspiration has Arrived

So, My wife and I went to see "The Words" today.  It has given me some inspiration to write and to try to write with more emotion and depth.  I believe, however, that I will never be a good writer until something tragic happens in my life.  I am not prideful enough to wish that upon myself, but it is an illuminating truth.  For deep emotions to come out in a genuine flow, there must be a deep scar.  I can try to fabricate emotions that I have never felt, but it is hard for the simple fact that it is hard to explain something that one has never experienced.

Robert, my main character, has something coming.  I am going to do my best to create feelings of loneliness and emotional pain.  While I have had my share of limited emotional pain, I have never been scared like I hope to write about for Robert.  My frontal cortex will have to work overtime so that I can sink deep into fear and anger and hatred and passion and embarrassment and rage and uncontrollable day dreaming.

Wish me, Tara, Robert, and Ann luck.   We're going to need it.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

"Essay, Essays Everywhere"

This past Friday I collected essays from my classes. I wasn't smart enough to remember how long they take to grade. With all of those essays, I spend every ounce of free time on them on Friday, Sunday, and Monday. I finally finished all of the essays that were turned in today (Tuesday) at 9:00am. The next essay will be different. I will have to do something different and stagger the due dates. It is easy to get burned out on so many essays at once.

The plethora of essays gave me the realization that I am spending way too much time on school while I am at home. For the next few days, and hopefully weeks, I am not going to do anything for school (apart from reading) at home; I will not stay at school past 4:00pm either. This goes against my personality. I pride myself in my teaching and preparation. However, it will force me to work even harder at school so that I don't have to bring anything home. I might have to hide to get work done or simply not be as prepared as I would like to be.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Just Write it!

Writing is one of those skills that fails to excite the instant gratification that Americans (and increasingly) the world have come to expect.  Writing yields dividends for the courageous; whether the writing process clarifies ideas in one’s mind or reveals errors in them, at least one knows where they stand and can move forward.  E.M. Forster said, “How do I know what I think until I see what I say?” Of course, when ideas are scratched down on paper they are vulnerable, but they are also prophetic.

The problems arise when we start equating our initial thoughts with our worth.  If that was the case, I may never write again.  It is too often that I write something down the first time only to realize that what I thought I knew was horribly wrong or even heretical.  There must be a level of trust built with the pen and the pad.  There must be a brotherhood that says, “Even though you are an idiot and thought that idea was good, I’m still here to help you revise it until my pages and ink run out.”

Write for fun and for self illumination.  Write to convince and to encourage the wayward.  Write to tell someone you love them or that you can’t stand them.  Play with your words and steal a few from those that are better at it than you.  Above all, write and write often.  And then, sail it off into the world of readers to be bashed and tattered by the winds and rains.  Without time on the open sea of opinions, you will never get better at writing.