The joy of writing

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.”

The above is taken from a poem, of the title of this post, by Polish Nobel Prize winner Wislawa Szymborska.

The joy of writing 

It will come of no surprise to most of you that I have once again published a post over a weekend. It is certainly a creative routine that I have now firmly set in place. I find this writing ‘malarkey’ quite cathartic. I am definitely thriving on the slightly meditative state of focus required to hone my powers of observation and (supposed) creativity abilities that in turn set me on a path of sharing a story, my thoughts, some facts that eventually, and hopefully, you the readers enjoy.

I don’t really follow any prescribed ‘writing structure’, or at least one that I can share (as of yet). There are, of course, a myriad of sites with tips on writing, getting started etc. They are not hard to find, so good luck. I, too, am always happy to chat about my experiences to date if you are keen to give it a go.

I certainly recommend it.

The power of preserving

Through writing we preserve stories and memories that may otherwise be lost. I, personally, have benefited greatly from writing down my memories. I find that when you begin capturing your thoughts, feelings, and memories, whether it’s directly about one’s life or an attempt at a post or a story or even a novel (one day, perhaps?), you get deeply involved in that task and tend to rise above ‘ordinary frustrations’ and remember what is good about life. I find one forms a coherent narrative in one’s mind, and then on paper (well more like on screen nowadays).

For me personally, writing has helped heal and process wounds and grief. I sadly lost my Mother, Violet, nearly 15 years ago. This year, for the first time, I shared a deeply scarring memory in the form of a short piece titled ‘Her final breath’. I would again recommend writing down your feelings. I still don’t know whether or not I should’ve shared them. That is completely a personal choice. However, the exercise of turning emotions into words was immensely beneficial even after so many years. I lost my Father last year, and am gearing up (eventually) to write a short novel around that life changing experience.  I’ll keep you posted.

Revenge of a mortal hand

Hmmm? Fortunately, I don’t have much to comment under this heading. Life is too short.

Get writing. Be creative. Be happy.

Thanks for reading,

Kai

#BeCreative

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