a secret shared
Nov. 17th, 2009 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angela_n_huntAnd trouble halved. Our heroes injured and their hearts nearly broken. Nearly. One has to have some heart left to break at the end.
It's coming together in pieces, but then that's how it always does.
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Side rant/non-sequiter, and one with no real heat: Noto bene, guys. Writing is not like giving birth.
Not ever.
Yes, I have used the metaphor of birthing books. Of books being born. Of books being brain children.
But the actual act of writing? Even when painful?
I have a clue for you. Not even remotely, even close, anything like, ever, even remotely, like giving birth. And if you're a guy, an actual male, and you refer to your writing as giving birth?
I am going to frown at you disapprovingly.
Because unless you've passed a kidney stone recently? You have no clue what giving birth is like. Seriously. No. Clue.
Writing is like writing. It is its own sacred task. It creates Worlds. It connects. It can destroy. Without it, we are not a civilization, because for me, a civilization by definition requires some form of recording. Writing.
With writing, we can start or stop wars, heal or wound hearts, begin or end lives.
Honor it for what it is. A shout into entropy. A blaze of brief light against the long night.
Like birth?
No. Hardly. It's not even remotely bloody enough. And I'll watch my metaphors from now on as well.
*hops off soap box*
It's coming together in pieces, but then that's how it always does.
* * *
Side rant/non-sequiter, and one with no real heat: Noto bene, guys. Writing is not like giving birth.
Not ever.
Yes, I have used the metaphor of birthing books. Of books being born. Of books being brain children.
But the actual act of writing? Even when painful?
I have a clue for you. Not even remotely, even close, anything like, ever, even remotely, like giving birth. And if you're a guy, an actual male, and you refer to your writing as giving birth?
I am going to frown at you disapprovingly.
Because unless you've passed a kidney stone recently? You have no clue what giving birth is like. Seriously. No. Clue.
Writing is like writing. It is its own sacred task. It creates Worlds. It connects. It can destroy. Without it, we are not a civilization, because for me, a civilization by definition requires some form of recording. Writing.
With writing, we can start or stop wars, heal or wound hearts, begin or end lives.
Honor it for what it is. A shout into entropy. A blaze of brief light against the long night.
Like birth?
No. Hardly. It's not even remotely bloody enough. And I'll watch my metaphors from now on as well.
*hops off soap box*
