“… words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.”
I write in the nude — emotionally, that is — without posturing or censorship. It’s not always easy, nor should it be; the very difficulty of the task makes the accomplishment sweeter, and the struggle often unearths new material for future writing.
Writing in the nude, or, writing from that most honest, uncensored place will activate such a place in the reader. That’s always the aim, and the hope. Writing is about connecting, after all; even in their isolation and solitude, writers are busy peopling worlds. Alone inside wherever we write, our words and pages build bridges and connections; we always write for an audience, even if that audience is only ourselves.
I used to be the girl writing furiously, my arm protectively hiding the page. Now I am the adult writing thoughtfully, with a better understanding of the emotional impact and heady potential words have to change not only the reader, but the writer, herself.
It’s a powerful magic, a necessary magic, and the world can always use more magic. Yesterday, a friend asked me, “If you found out you were going to die a minute from now, what would you say?”
I didn’t even have to think about it. I’d say “thank you”. Thank you for all the magic, and for the words to express the magic. Thank you for the secret thoughts and for the connecting bridges.
And, wherever I ended up next, I’d be searching for a pen and paper to start all over again. Who knew words, so plentiful and free, could defy time, physicality and even death? The writer. The writer has always known.