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cali

(114,904 posts)
Tue Jun 3, 2014, 06:02 AM Jun 2014

I Can't Not Write

I've tried.

When I was a kid, I went up to my father's library and gave him a poem I'd carefully written on red origami paper with a fountain pen. He read it and handed it back to me with the comment that it wasn't very good. As his word on all things to do with arts was gospel and as his best friend was a (to be) Pulitzer prize winning poet, I tried not to write but the compulsion to record what I observed, in one form or another, was too strong. So for years- decades- writing was my secret.

I have well over a thousand pages of journals, poetry, short stories and essays- though I've lost probably twice that. And it's funny, my father died over 13 years ago, but still I rarely showed anything I'd written to.... anyone. But when my mother died in March of this year, something changed. I haven't really analyzed it or figured it out, but I no longer feel a need to keep my writing a secret.

Maybe some of what I've written and continue to write will resonate with others. Maybe it won't, but it's awfully freeing to no longer bury it in file drawers, and it's a lot of fun to go through old notebooks and read it. (I prefer to write on paper with a pen rather than type away on the computer).

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I Can't Not Write (Original Post) cali Jun 2014 OP
I'm happy for you cali. I'm glad you are ready to let your voice out. Squinch Jun 2014 #1
Message auto-removed Name removed Jun 2014 #2
I have a similar story. nilesobek Jun 2014 #3
I am compelled to write. I write a story everyday and have roguevalley Sep 2014 #4
The voice inside must come out. The definition of a writer. nt TeamPooka Sep 2014 #5
Message auto-removed Name removed Sep 2014 #6
No body can write Sweeney Dec 2014 #7
Message auto-removed Name removed Dec 2014 #8
I have a friend like you in some respects. Thespian2 May 2015 #9

Squinch

(50,773 posts)
1. I'm happy for you cali. I'm glad you are ready to let your voice out.
Tue Jun 3, 2014, 03:30 PM
Jun 2014

It's a shame your father didn't encourage and teach you instead of the response he chose.

Keep writing, and let the rest of us see it now, for pete's sake!

Response to cali (Original post)

nilesobek

(1,423 posts)
3. I have a similar story.
Wed Jun 25, 2014, 06:23 PM
Jun 2014

I began writing after a serious accident, I injured my right leg. I've written a bunch of short stories and some poetry but kept it to myself until recently. Dad's can be pretty harsh sometimes. Maybe he wanted you to keep trying. I wish you all the best.

roguevalley

(40,656 posts)
4. I am compelled to write. I write a story everyday and have
Wed Sep 17, 2014, 06:01 PM
Sep 2014

from November 1, 2010. I write between 2500 and 10,000 words a day and post at fan fiction. I think I am approaching 4 million words now. It sounds like, oh crap. One of those stories but it isn't. I am editting it now but actually, I think I surprised myself. My readers love it and two of them told me they didn't commit suicide because they don't know how the story will end.

Truly.

It motivates me to write every day rain or shine.

All hail writing.

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Sweeney

(505 posts)
7. No body can write
Thu Dec 11, 2014, 09:12 PM
Dec 2014

un supportive parents into supportive ones.
The question in my opinion is how bad do you need to get the inside out of you.

I'll tell you one thing about life if not about writing. It is that the act of telling a father or a mother if that is the case, what a sonovabich they were when you were young is more therapeutic than writing a thousand books on the subject. Some times that shit, and what your father did was shit, will cripple you for life, and you will try to achieve in his eyes when the only true judge of what you do, is you.

And I am all for writing. Writing is the poor man's psychoanalysis. People can't hardly write a line without seeing their souls. Your mental condition will be revealed to you and to the whole world so you better be able to keep it hidden or put a sweet shine on it. I don't know why your people stood so large in your estimation. I too soon saw my parents as human, and not all that kind. Judged against other parents I obviously did fine, but still it is too bad that what you could share was not shared, and that library of your mind was locked shut with shades drawn. I knew for a long time that I had something to say in my own condition. I wouldn't let anyone put a cork in it.

We can stand mute against the injustice of life and as soon be swept away. What have we against the pain and dark that waits on us but our own soft mews. There is so much frustration in life, so much futility, vanity, injustice, pain and failed relationships. Let me mew then against this beautiful raw deal of life advanced and taken with interest. Hemingway talked of the toilets of Paris, and saw they were unsanitary. Life is unsanitary too. You need dirt under your nails and blood on your knuckles if you are going to write worth reading. People can tell if you know the truth, and if you know it that is your start, your middle and end.

I don't know how old you are, but learn to type. Write double and trash half. Spill your guts and open your mind. Written with pen and ink means read by no one. No one has the time, speak when it is your turn or hold your peace. There are times I don't know that my finger tips are not going to bust through this key board and break through the table beneath. It is naturally passion that drives me. I love a good declarative sentence. I love a good conversation with articulate people. I love to communicate and communication is truth. And I can't tell you the first thing about my language, but how to use it. If writing were music I could not read it. -If you got something to say, just spit it out. Write like you talk. Pen on paper is writing in sand. The internet is sky writing. People you may never meet or get to know can be touched by your words, and that is a triumph, more of a roar than a mew.

Sweeney

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Thespian2

(2,741 posts)
9. I have a friend like you in some respects.
Sun May 24, 2015, 10:35 AM
May 2015

She is a gifted visual artist. She writes constantly, but shares very little with the world outside her friends. She reads my work...she is an excellent voice, telling me what doesn't work and what does. I can count on her to tell me the truth.

You never know the impact of your thoughts until you ask others to read them...

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