"Jesus, where the hell is everybody when they first deliver the typing paper? Where are all the "helpers" when those boxes full of silence come in? Blank. Both sides. No clues, no instructions enclosed on how to take just twenty-six letters and endlessly rearrange them so that you can turn them into a mirror of a part of our lives. Try it sometime."
I loved todays quote. (Scroll down page to see my daily-writer-quote widget thingie.
Anyway, it got me thinking... About how lonely the writing process can be; and yet there's a whole new world of fantasy and creativity open to the writer. And then, when the sheaths of paper are sitting in front of you, some black and white ramblings crawling over the once blank canvas; you the writer need to do some publishing. Well, in the world of publication, you will meet two types of person.
It's not all that complicated.
There will be some who will shun your work. That's expected. There will be some who will be downright rude. You will not get any straight answers. Or you will get the worse end of it. They all fall into the broad category first kind. And then, there will be those second category ones who will be your angels in disguise. I say disguise because they're not always obvious. But every once in a while, you will cross paths with them and feel their warmth. Simple emails, a note, a word, a comment at the right place at the right time. Whoever doesn't believe in the single thread of energy that binds us is in denial. It's really as simple as that.
Some writer friends have had some wonderful experiences in the creative world. And some have had some horrendous and heartbreaking ones. Life toughens you. But this is a whole new schoolyard!
Someone thanked me last week for a piece of simple information/advice. Simple, but relevant at the time. And since information is never our own, just more energy to be shared along the way, I did just that. Someone has done good things for me before me. And hopefully the person I passed this on to, will do the same further along the line. So then, no need for elaborate thanks. It's enough to know that the spirit will just keep going. I am rewarded every day. How else will I show my appreciation?
Shafinaaz is a sociologist, artist and poet based in Johannesburg, SA. She is the author of several works of non-fiction and fiction, and has been listed in HayFestival's Africa39 category of top 39 authors in Africa under the age of 40 at the London Book Fair 2014. Also see www.shafinaaz.co.za
I write. As I must. Words are my paints of expression on an otherwise bland canvas, my rollercoasters of delight on otherwise dreary roads. Entertainment or derision, they manifest in my varied states of being. Until theres silence. Even then, theres a dialogue of sorts that continues... in spirit? Who knows..