To Write, or Not To Write

Writing, To Me…

Writing is something that brings me completion in many different ways. Through my poetry, I am able to express feelings that I might have difficulty conveying through speech. As an adult with Asperger’s Syndrome, writing is a therapeutic form of expression for me. It truly helps me cope with life.

Over the years, I have written many poems. My poetry has dealt with many subjects. I have written poems for my wife, declaring my love and how she makes me feel. I have written small holiday card type poems. I have written poems that express my fears and anxieties, as well as poems that talk about anger over a perceived injustice. I also wrote poems in prison which touched on my feelings of isolation and regret. Though I have a large number of poems written, I’ve only publicly shared a few.

I recently started writing fiction.I took a creative writing class which required a short story as a long term assignment. I am also participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), which takes place for the entire month of November each year.. So far, I have written several chapter in my first novel for this event. NaNoWriMo is geared to help writers get the first draft written by saving editing for the second draft.

There are a couple of questions that most of us face. Let’s talk about two of the hardest to deal with for many:  What to write about, Do I share it with Others, and What if no one likes my stuff.

 

What do I write about?

This question is the first many people ask themselves when they begin writing. Writing is difficult , especially if your not sure what to write at all. Sometimes finding the right words can be difficult, much less finding a topic or sharing your baby with the world.

You can spend years trying to brain storm the perfect topic or you can pick the topic you feel the most excited to write. You could also try writing prompts, which can be found in eBooks, on blogs, and even on social media. Don’t stress so much over what to write about. Just do your best, whatever your chosen subject.

What do I recommend?  It’s simple. If you want to write, then write about whatever feels good to you. It doesn’t have to make sense or fit in with any particular type of form. Just do what you feel.

But what if no one likes my writing?

There is always the chance that something you write will be criticized. It sucks when that happens. It’s even harder to hear that someone just doesn’t like your work. But that means your doing something right. However, if everyone likes everything you’ve written, then something is wrong. Not everyone likes Stephen King or JK Rowling or even Tolkien. They are acknowledged by most as good writers, but their stories appeal to specific groups of people.

Some people have a fear of rejection and this can affect what they write, if they even write at all. Many allow this fear to stop them from sharing their work with others. But what if Stephen King had given up after his first few rejections from publishers?? If you read his book “On Writing,” he tells of the nail (which then became a spike driven into the wall) where he hung each rejection. If he’d let them deter him from sharing with the world, we’d have lost some iconic horror stories.

Although some of my writing has drawn critical feedback, most things I’ve written are well received. The thing is, if I am writing for myself first and foremost, it shouldn’t matter what anyone’s opinion is. The truth is that nobody can know what is behind your work. People will interpret things in different ways based on how they feel about what you have written.

My recommendation? I’d encourage you to take that first, frightening step and share your work once it’s been edited at least one time through. You can share with your spouse or a friend who likes the type of work you have in hand. Take small steps before sharing with large audiences, if that’s more your style. Just keep writing and keep sharing.

 

Conclusion

Yes, writing can be difficult. It can also be rewarding in many ways. From simply getting the words on paper to the first positive comments when you share, to coping with things that have happened in your own life– writing is so many things to so many people.

I would like to see you all begin your own projects and write something. Write whatever you have inside of you. The point is to just get in the habit of writing, even if you are your own audience. If you’re ready, I’d love to see some of your writing either in the comments or by email.
Let’s get writing!

Shakespeare

Shade of Vengeance, A Jimmy Shade Short Story

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I was walking home from the store when my cell rang. It had already been a long day and I was hoping it wasn’t work. I reached into my coat pocket, grabbed the phone and flipped it open. “Detective Shade here, talk to me.”

My wife’s best friend was on the other end, talking fast and sounding flustered. “Jimmy? Oh my god, you gotta get home. I came over and found Lisa on the floor. She isn’t responding to me and I don’t know what to do!” Her voice trailed off as if she was about to start sobbing.

“Call 9-1-1 right now! I’m a couple blocks from the house and will be there as quick as I can.” I closed the phone and dropped it in my pocket. The bag with the milk I just bought was still gripped under my arm. I shifted the bag into a football hold and started running; I was only two blocks away from home, just a quick sprint. I started thinking of Lisa, hoping that everything was okay.

It took me a few minutes to reach my home. It was only 7 o’clock in the evening and the sun still gave off enough light for me to see the front door open slightly. I hesitated long enough to look around. I didn’t see anyone, and the street seemed to look normal for this time of the day. I took the steps two at a time and rushed into the house. What I saw startled and frightened me at the same time.

My wife, Lisa, was lying face up in the middle of the living room. Her best friend, Anna, was standing over her, fighting tears. She turned as I walked into the room. “Jimmy, I came over and the door was open. I called for Lisa and when she didn’t reply I came in and found her like this. I didn’t know what else to do.”

I rushed over to my wife. I put my fingers to her throat and let out a sigh of relief. She was still alive. I tried to shake her, but she didn’t budge. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Lisa was the best thing in my life. Through ten years of marriage she was always the voice of reason, the rock in our relationship. I couldn’t lose her. I looked over my shoulder at Anna. She was just standing there, shaking and wrenching her hands.

“She has a pulse Anna. It’s weak, but its there. Did you call 9-1-1? Are they sending an ambulance?”

“I called and they said they were sending emergency services. They said it would take about 20 minutes. That was right after I called you.”

I turned my attention back to Lisa and took her hand in mine. It felt sweaty and warm but she didn’t even flinch. I lowered my head and whispered, “It’s gonna be okay babe, the ambulance is on the way. You’re gonna be fine.” I really hoped that was true.

I turned my head towards Anna. All I saw was something short and black rushing towards my head with a whistling sound. I tried to raise an arm to protect myself. I felt something hard hit my temple and I crumpled to the floor. I tried to resist but another blow hit me. Everything went quiet and dark.


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