This lady was on Freshly Pressed today and deservedly so. But I am reblogging this post of hers today as I feel she crawled inside my head and wrote what she saw there. Is it just me or do these words resonate with all of us bloggers? Emma
Writing is a delicate business. On one hand, it’s a very private act—a solitary pursuit that requires the writer to crawl inside their brain and camp out there for a while. To stew in their own juices while an idea comes to fruition. On the other hand, it’s a public act—an act of creation meant for an audience. A writer writes so that someone will read it. There’s a strange dichotomy at play from the beginning. It is a private act for the public art.
I’m sure it plays out differently for every writer, but for me, writing is very much a lonely endeavor. Not in the bad way, necessarily, although I find I write more when I spend a lot of time alone with my brain. When I have no one else to talk to, I suppose my brain talks to itself. Usually, I have an idea paddling about…
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