Writing for you

I’m not being gratuitous here…

When I say: 

To have writing in your life is a privilege.

Writing makes life more meaningful. 

Writing makes us better humans.

Writing keeps us sane. 

Don’t you agree?

That moment you get a great idea, and any obligation in the way of giving that idea life suddenly feels like a barrier to your true being.

A mundane task to be ticked off, clearing our path to the keyboard. 

The rat-a-tat sound of our fingers gliding across the keys like a honky tonk pianist lifting the mood of the room. 

I mean, yeah, we get a bit obsessed, and that makes us hard to live with at times. 

But, we’re writers, no one ever claimed we were normal.

(Do your research, spouse/partner/lover/friend!)

And, how great is it that…

Just like music…

There are no rules for writing? 

Guidelines, yes.

Commonly accepted appropriateness, sure.

Style choices, absolutely. 

But, anything constituting a “rule” should be seen as a glass target by the writer armed with a pocketful of stones. 

I’m compelled to name the one and only rule for both crafts as: it must be listenable or readable…

But, even that is subjective.

A piece of work we deem “horrible” today may be regarded as genius years from now. 

The one and only “rule” of pure writing (done for the writer, not a client) is that it is gratifying to the one who created it. 

So, when you write for you, write only for you.

It just might save your life.

P.S. If writing is a privilege, then having an audience of interested readers is an honor. If you read this, or any of my musings, thank you! I am truly honored.