Just write, writers writing words! That was my list of five “most used words” according to a Facebook game. (It was probably compiling all my information to give to Equifax.) Yeah, I’ve added punctuation to it, and reversing the order, but that was it. <sigh>
Look, I DO have strong opinions about life, and I find the political landscape vs. human rights truly heartbreaking. I also love/hate different aspects of our culture, but I was raised to only say helpful things, and have learned to carefully pick my battles. I could loudly express hate for everything I find wrong, but I don’t wish to be defined by those things, nor let my entire outlook be one of hate and despair. That leads down a dark path of exhaustion and hopelessness.
I see it in some of my friends, that rage, and I am afraid for them. And I know–from personal experience–that nobody listens to random hateful shouting, both on-line and off. There are people-a type of vampire, if you will–that will use the energy you put out to fuel themselves. Online trolls are using you, whether its meant to be harmful or just catfishing.
I use social media to expand my point of view, and no well-reasoned argument will ever sway a person who has reached the point of ranting in public. Self-care is more important that pointless anonymous arguments.
So, I save my energy for when it matters. One-on-one encounters, everyday teaching moments, and I put my money and my vote where my hopes are.
And I save my energy for writing. I don’t know if my writing will reach anyone the way some books have reached me, but I find I must make the attempt. It looks and feels like I’m writing pulpy entertainment, but I know how much of my own thoughts are put into my character’s mouths.
Every time I finish a manuscript, I feel horribly exposed. Like anyone reading it would know my every thought. I have NO SECRETS when I write.
But, as I am learning, there is a connection between writing and fear, and THAT is a topic for another day.
On a lighter note, here are five things about me that are not connected to writing:
- I desperately want to pilot a giant robot warrior. In space.
- I am collecting the materials for a set of gilt and silk embroidered linen underwear. (It’s a recreation of a museum piece. Think boxers with elaborate gold-work and bright floral decoration.)
- I’m terrified of driving in traffic or unfamiliar roads. (But I do it!)
- I have a black thumb, but I can’t stop buying plants.
- Inanimate objects frequently bend logic and physics to trip or hit me. Sometimes, I hit back. Or yell.
Meanwhile, “Just write, writers who are writing words,” may become my new motto.