Jan. 31st, 2014

tearonthefire: (Taarna)
Ms FellowWriter,

I hope I'm not intruding but I respect you as a writer, your story was unlike any of the others I have read, and I've read over 1500 of them. And although I would like to give into my urge to be a ceaseless suckup and carry on endlessly with my impressions of the piece and of your style in general, I think I should just ask what I wish to ask.

I was wondering if you have any advice for a writer with terrible writing anxiety. I'm a good story teller but because of my writing disabilities and high anxiety, I can't seem to get more than a paragraph out. There are rare times, and for no reason that I can cognitively imagine, I'm able to work for several weeks, or even just an evening but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to maintain or put myself back into that mindset.

When I feel inspiration or a need to write down the stories swirling in my head, I just can't seem to. I've tried every trick every website has suggested with almost no output. In most cases the harder I try to write the worse my anxiety becomes, until I'm crippled and crying in despaired agony.

I've even tried just giving up on my desire to write and anaesthetize myself with TV or drown myself in work but ignoring the need I feel and the drive it creates just twists at my emotions almost as badly as the utter failure to produce. Almost. And that almost has trapped me in this cycle of avoidance and barely contained disrepair.

I don't expect that you'd have a magic answer but I hope that you may have some advice or piece of wisdom that could help even a little.

tearonthefire: (Taarna)
Ms FellowWriter,

Thank you very much for answering my e-mail and I deeply appreciate your advice.

I do realize that you're just a mere mortal but you're able to do something that very few others can and so few of those do well. Perhaps writers have been devalued by culture and by proxy have devalued themselves because so many can technically write. But the ability to translate one's flapping mouth into a barely coherently readable sentence is not particularly impressive. You however have a gift that is uniquely human; it allows you to set yourself aside and create whole universes, populated with unique peoples and fully realized events. You give this crafted part of yourself to the written word for others to explore and enjoy, whilst the rest of us naked apes trek mindlessly through our concrete jungles whiling away our time reading articles written by alphabet regurgitating hacks whom copy and rewrite one another endlessly.

If it was another time, I'm sure you would have tormented yourself into learning the very rare gift of written language, then you may have joined the likes of Sappho. We wouldn't even need to reach that far into the past to see your works shelved with the likes of Emily Dickinson. But today it seems beyond unfair that your name might sit beside some frequently consumed unapologetic garbage like Fifty Shades of Grey.

Again, thank you for responding to my e-mail and thank you for your writings. I also apologist for giving into my desire to incessantly compliment you.



tearonthefire: (Default)

February 2014

16 171819202122

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 22nd, 2017 10:01 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios