On Writing · 11:00am Dec 24th, 2012
I guess I'll try to mash this out quick, while the thought's still with me—while I feel like I actually have something to say on the matter that isn't regurgitated jokes, tired memes, and flagrant boasting. For once, I'll do my best to have a bit of my actual thoughts on here for you guys.
As the title says. It's 'On Writing.' I'm sure it's a topic everyone's seen, and everyone's heard an opinion on. Hell, I'm pretty sure it's the same sorta intro Stephen King's used in his book—you know, the one about the small town being infected with devil powers? And it has a needless male masturbation scene in it—oh wait. That's all of his books. Anyway, here's my thought on the matter:
Writing is a dancer, standing disinterestedly in a smoke-filled bar. She's far from formal—the woman wouldn't know the first thing about regal dances or high-class dresses. No. The woman dances with the fury and passion of a halfway to drunk samba. She's free. Wild. A force of beautiful nature with not a damn care in the world.
And she doesn't care who you are outside of the dance. She doesn't care if you're rich, attractive, intelligent. Nothing matters to her. Nothing, except grit.
That's one thing that gets to her. It's one thing that earns her respect. She loves nothing more than a someone to stay on the floor with her night after night, even if they don't know what the hell they're doing. The woman loves to see people dancing awkwardly about in an attempt to appease her, their joints aching, their lungs crying for sweet and cool air, and their hearts carrying a rapid tempo to match the pounding music.
She ignores the caterwauls of the people on the sidelines, because she knows you gave her everything you could, night after night. When you're there for her every night until the barkeep does last call, she knows you're the person she's been looking for. The person willing to strive to keep up with her.
You see, have you ever fallen flat on your face during one of your sessions with the woman? Was there ever a night as you two engaged in the beautifully chaotic dance that you realized you couldn't keep up, even when you were giving it your all? Then, just as you were about to leave the dance floor, inspiration struck you and you toughed it out? Bet you felt proud of yourself, right?
Don't be. It was your woman that made the sudden dawning on how to progress strike you. When you were dumbstruck for ideas, she brought you in close, cheek to cheek, and whispered a lover's secret into your ear. That woman, that force, after all, takes care of her own. If you're there trying to show her a good time, night after night, even when you're not feeling it, she'll respond in kind. So get out there and work on those moves.
Just make sure to wipe your feet first.
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Because icky feet on the dance floor is kinda gross.
And with that, I guess I'll end my 5 AM manifesto by saying 'Merry Christmas' to everyone. I sincerely hope that you guys have a good one spent with your family. In honor of this event, I shall post a traditional Christmas song that's been passed through my family's history for as long as I can remember.
Thank you, and God bless.
A merry christmas to you as well.
Huh. Your metaphor makes me want to say both "But that makes it sound so hard!" and "If only it were that easy!"
Well, hell, Merc--here I was trying to have a miserable night and you just went and made it. Bravo, good sir. Bravo.
Merry Christmas to you, bro. Here's to getting back on the dancefloor. Cheers.
Merry Christmas to you too.
As for that metaphor you never cease to amaze me with your astounding depth. Wonderful.
That was nice. You guys make me want to start writing. Used to want to do it as a kid. It's all these damn ponies man, inspiration to branch out and learn more art forms. There are certain things that each form of art can express more convincingly than the others, but they all have their place, and are all equally important. The greatest thing? There's nothing stopping you from becoming skilled in all of them. It just takes time, and dedication as you mentioned.
Hope you had an enjoyable holiday as well. Take it easy~