Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Five Minute Friday: Roar
Here’s why the five minutes of free writing, no editing, no going back is so hard for me:
My words don’t come out pretty.
Some women I follow? Their blog posts tumble out poetry. Their words sing with unexpected beauty and bring me to tears and it all seems so effortless. I think it can’t just be me who gets words down, rough, on a page, half-hating them, but willing them out anyway — and then I go back and sometimes I really say the words to myself, “now, make it pretty.”
I know I’m not the only one. But I also know that some people’s art does come easy.
I took photography in college and I LOVED it. Loved capturing the images, loved working in the darkroom, all of it. I learned all I could and practiced and studied and spent more time in the darkroom than anyone else in the class, and my images were good, but they didn’t sing. I was just learning, after all. But others in the class just HAD it. Needed to ask me questions about chemicals and process in that cave of a room, but their images took my breath away.
I have to fight for my art. I sometimes claw at it, give it my all, and it still looks pretty rough. Maybe one day the words will come easy, but for now, I’ll roar anyway. I’ll roar, the words will find life, and then I’ll breathe poetry into them later.