You need to
understand this, a writer is not simply a monkey pounding on keys, slapping
words on a page for some external goal, like a paycheck or banging groupies. A
writer is not a celebrity nor a prophet nor a prancing show animal. A writer is
someone seeking to get words out of the headspace and out on to a page for
reflection. The writer has a storm of concepts, idea and emotions whirling
around in their brain. They manifest as glimpses of action, snatches of scenes
or half formed soliloquies that sound good with in the confines of their brain
space.
Once out of the confines of the brain space, the words show up on a page, or a computer screen. The process of reflection starts up. Did she really mean “sexually hot for her teddy bear” or is that just a way of saying she wants to go back to the visceral enjoyment of childhood? The words are out there, on the page, sitting. They are put there by a writer who slapped the letters on a keyboard with or without the intent, innuendo, inflection, impression, comprehension of the reader. It sounded good at the time. Why do you turn away?
The writer
is only disruptive to the barren page, putting letters, numbers, symbols and
other visual markings on it to arrange their thoughts, then rearrange them and
encase them in punctuation and proper emphasis markings based on a culture,
maybe not the culture of the reader, or the writer. The reader then interfaces with this mélange of
visual chicanery. It is in this
transportation of idea from writer, creator, arranger to reader, interpreter, disassembler that
mental mischief, skewed perspective, predisposition, bias, ignorance or malevolent
reinterpretation occurs and communication between people breaks down.
Then again,
I could just be typing this to get it out of my head so I can fall asleep
tonight.
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