THE JAGGED PATHS TO CREATIVE WRITING

Abstract

Hi, everyone, I'm currently doing a creative writing essay and some say writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia that only attacks creative workers. Some hip-hopicons of all-time literary luminaries scare saying it’s a vampire’s weak and weary curse… a vicious onslaught to make me feel pained. Hearing this gagged and bound I lay naked in the sticky substance of my inner rage. Coldness runs through the veins of contempt. I couldn’t blame them for this sickness, but I learn a lesson. I learn that when people strike out to hurt you, they reveal their own pain. Some people complain about the inequity of life, cursing God and raging against the pain they have suffered. Some people use life’s experiences as a crutch to excuse them for any past, present or future failures. I choose to take control of my own life, casting away crutches and anger. I think of this world as a classroom where the instructors sometimes lack refinement and the lessons aren’t always easy, but you live and learn. Others argue that it doesn’t exist at all. But I believe that we are all part of the creative continuum and I am sure that there are different doses and dilutions of creativity. We are not all the same and we do not have the same aptitudes or talents. I can't make you a writer. What I can do is show you how to strip a piece of text like dismantling an engine – and put it back and see why it roars or purrs. My own method is oily rag and spanners. To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.