Dear Crewchief,
I refuse to join those offering four stars for Sinking, and I want to explain why, before I go off on my tangent. I want you to know I AM ON YOUR SIDE.
Your writing tells me you have an exceptional ability. If I didn't recognize that, I would slip a nice 'well done' message to you along with 10 words of what matters.
But this is another story, unless I am reading between lines that are not there; if that is the case, ignore my following nonsense, and consider this the end of my review.
There are several reasons, in my opinion, why things - words, expressions - don't come across real: A.They aren't real is one reason, B. another reason, they are SO real the writer has found a way to steep the tea bag of hurt until the brew becomes palatable. Facing reality hurts, it isn't easy pouring one's guts onto paper. Forgive me if I sound preachy or coming off psychoanalyzing, I'm simply speaking, (and very mindful of my writing), from my traumatic experiences. Once you allow yourself the acceptance to write what you should write, good, bad and ugly, (forgive the cliche'), you will serve at least three purposes: The good, once described, clarified, and dignified will likely be glorified, the bad will definitely be sad, regarding someone mad, rarely producing glad, but the UGLY is the clincher, the ball out of the park, the knock out. (Forgive the poetic sh** it's something I can't shake),The 'ugly' is buried somewhere under adjectives made up by someone else because we can't bring ourselves to be honest. We have locked real words in a safe place for fear they will hurt us again. You call this place a pit. I call this place a safe. A place you have hidden the darkness you write about. My challenge to you is to open the safe. Bring out the real words. It isn't a pit any longer. It's a safe. A safe full of vile, bad words, and ugliness, pictures you don't want the world, your children, anyone to see. If you are going to write real. RIGHT REAL.
What is a deeper and deeper pit unless you are talking to someone digging in the same pit of nothing? How many readers are in the pit? What about the others, reading this piece? Those as well as these need to know about the Pit. The safe. Let it go! Describe it. What does it feel like to love, despise, and let it go? Then I will understand the Pit of it.
Do, what you wanted in the first place. To write.
I feel, the part of you wanting to walk away, is pretending. I am convinced you are a faker unless you, as a writer, will go back, tell it, tell it true, why those of us should believe Suzy Homemaker, in poufy skirts, and high heels, sinking in a pit, is telling just another sad song?
That, to me, is the test of a writer.
OnWords & UpWords
ReJoyce
{/b}My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Go Noticed" .{/b] |
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