Soliloquy

I say that an innate writer never worries about a sentence or a word because it flows out of nowhere in a torrent of thought and emotion to seemingly write itself. Those who might encounter worry are "writers" who have stepped beyond the bounds of authenticity, endeavoring to express themselves outside of inspiration.

To attach worry to writing is for the impatient, the compromised, the ones who have seconded a glance towards the trappings of popularity and its shift into an ever-competitive notoriety of achievement and design. Worry, of its own accord, renounces its genome. A true writer embraces the ebb and flow of thought, releasing self and soul beyond all coherence until every ounce of material crescendos and softens, giving over to a fusion that is both fundamental and elemental. Just. And true.

Relief. Exhaustion. Elation. Completion.

There is no pretty counterfeit to an innate writer. There is no storefront game. There is no selling out nor selling short. A writer is born, not manufactured. A writer is, because she is. A writer requires not one whit of a best-seller nor a following to substantiate her positioning, regardless of adulation or recompense. Writing for a writer is a song and cadence of soul and desire, principles and ire, expression and fire. Nothing more. It is life-changing as much as it is self-sustaining - vowels and syllables unwittingly caught within a maelstrom of endorphins - prolific and crazed for release from the aftermath of frothy passion and exhilaration unto themselves. Melodies of peace and resolution, examples and restitution, ideals and absolution. Oh, yes - release.

No, my dears, a writer is.

And she welcomes the silence when her heart softens and her mind waits, her body dissolves, and her spirit sits. She welcomes the quiet as if, in similar scent and tactile pleasure, in libraries and bindings, or paper and leather, it serves to protect the countless volumes that, ever still, bury themselves in the depths of her soul and dwell within infinite pleasure.

Living Joy - This Carman GIrl