I’ll never forget the day those words were spoken to me. They were my introduction into what ultimately became a frightening foreshadowing of the future of fiction. “Learn the art of writing,” my creative writing professor insisted, “and success will surely follow.” The art, as it turned out, was a model painstakingly deconstructed into universal archetypes, familiar themes, conventional plots, etc., by a handful of books on writing.
I was never more offended.
I reject structure. Always have. No matter how well I did in school, when it came to math and spanish, I rarely earned grades higher than a B. Insofar as they were taught to me, both subjects were always a matter of memorization and rote application, work that any computer could essentially perform. Work that apparently offended some deeply rooted part of my consciousness. I don’t think I’m the only one.
I’m starting this blog because I want to approach writing differently. I want to tap into my own human experience – and yours – as a guide, rather than follow any and all anachronistic attempts to restrain, define, and limit the limitless. I want to be a part of the world, and then, through the power of words, recapture its beauty on the page. The fewer the obstacles between that experience and writing, the better.
“Writing,” a friend once described, “is like having god speak through you.”
A passing comment, it has had much more impact on me than entire courses on the subject.