Revelation – On Writing and Sharing
I write every day, and I share a piece of myself, via words, every day. Sometimes it’s hard to decide what to post on my blog. I never write here as if in a vacuum. I know every single word I write here is read by my Mama, and a few friends. I take that seriously. I leave the most haphazard words in my journal. I express myself openly on my blog, but also remain mindful of other eyes. I’m very grateful for blog readers and commenters.
I have two reasons for writing. The first is healing through cathartic expression. The second is to seek connection. You can see why I blog. I want to build bridges with words over seas of divisiveness. I want to create spaces where people come together based on shared humanity.
Today’s writing prompt, revelation, brought forth pages of handwriting in my journal. I seem to have revelations all the damn time, as a ruminating girl with a propensity for pendulum responses. At the end of it, I realized I’d likely lumped together a collection of thoughts unfit for my blog. It’s not that I wrote anything particularly offensive or controversial. My narrative just trailed along in a very personal way.
When deciding what to share, I keep a few things in mind. I’m a sensitive person. I know that I need to be able to handle the feedback that may come my way. I do not want to avoid feedback, but I do need to keep a handle on the potential for strong reactions. As a developing writer, I am fiercely protective of my writing habit. I treat it like an orchid. Too much water or light might kill it (many orchids have died by my hand). The water is all the things I do to make myself write; tools and supplies, prompts, time limits, research, goals. The light is the sharing; tweeting, Facebooking, confiding in friends, blogging. Just as too lofty a goal can have a freezing effect on my writing, so to can writing in the mindset of pleasing others. Failing to set aside enough uninterrupted time for writing can hurt me just as much as a harsh comment.
I am confident that there will come a time when I’ll write without the worry of killing my orchid. I already know not to keep it under glass, for that would suffocate it. I think it’s just going to take time to settle into my writing self. Practice helps. I share a little, I keep a lot secret. I hold my finger not on the pulse of what feels comfortable, but what feels right. I revisit my intentions. I remember why I began writing.
I’m curious about how you decide what to share when it comes to your writing, art, or other creative projects. Please feel free to leave insight in the comments!