Writers, a breed apart
Earlier this week, Paul posed a poignant question regarding the identity of the artist which struck a deep cord within me. Although his post then focused on other subjects, it was the image of the writer, pacing the floor whilst chaos surrounded them and they, so deep in thought and frustration, disconnected; remained unable to see any of it; which stayed with me.
We writers are a breed apart. For the most, every moment in our everyday life offers the opportunity to explore characters, settings or plot diversions. Even when personal disaster besets us, a tiny voice whispers, “I can use this in the next chapter….”
A little while back, I wrote about the benefits of guest writing, welcoming potential writers to submit a post which would either relate to the journey of a writer or with insights into styles or techniques. I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce Anne Whitaker as a guest writer today. She writes of an experience which leave little doubt will heavily influence her work in the future. It also points out that even in the midst of crisis, the writers mind is always switched on. I wonder if I would react with such grace as she did in her situation.
Particularly at this time of year, when most others are attempting to set yearly goals or resolutions, we are surrounded by the fresh possibilities of the new year and are forced to look at how we spend our precious time in the past with the opportunity now before us to alter add or change the course we have set. My anti resolutions apart, my yearly theme and goals have not yet solidified. I believe I will follow Jodi in breaking tradition with the date to set resolutions and wish Anne the best with her year to come.