The very best writers pull you in. They take all the pain of life, and they return it to you with beauty.
I have lots of imaginary conversations in my head. This one was about poetry, about how you can take the essence of something incredibly painful and return it transformed. Does the act of transformation also take away some of the pain?
I’m basically a happy person. There have been times when I went through hell. I haven’t really written about them, because every time I tried I got angrier and angrier. As a single parent, I couldn’t just walk around wanting to punch something 24/7. But those attempts were all more of a this happened and then this and then…
Not trying to do anything other than record.
I brought it up briefly in the novella I’m doing, but quickly brushed it aside. It’s there, but not present.
The one thing I have not tried is poetry. Of trying to take the pain and turn it into something beautiful and possibly unrecognizable.
I think it might be time to try it. Just as soon as I finish Camp Nano.
Take care my lovelies,