Monday got away from me, but that's why God made Tuesday, right?
"Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind." ~ Catherine Bowen, Atlantic, Dec. 1957
"A kind of double living."
It's true. The good, the bad, the crazy, we, as writers, always live it twice. (Sometimes more than twice if you edit like I do!) It's our way of coping, of explaining the deep thoughts that bombard all humans at any given time. We write vignettes and essays, explaining away our pain or joy in metaphors and terms of magic. We abuse our characters by killing their parents, pitting them against bullies and breaking their fragile hearts again, and again, and again. Why? Because it helps us deal with our own loss, our own pain, our own conflict.
Some people go to the gym to de-stress. Some eat, some sleep, some pray. And some write. We write to try and make sense of the senseless. We write to get revenge. We write to make things right. How would we have done that different if only we'd known what we know now? We can never go back. A lot we can never change. But on paper, we are the foragers of destinies. We can, in our own, puny ways, make amends. Even if the only person with whom we make things right is ourselves. Sometimes that's enough.
When you write, allow yourself to open to the ever expanding range of emotions. You will be assaulted, you will be bombarded. A lot of writers hold back for fear of having to face the pain all over again. Don't. Someone out there needs your pain. Why? Because it may lessen theirs. Or, and this is most humbling, it may just remind them that they are not alone.
Happy writing, even from the hard places,