Isn't it interesting
how generic words,
selected by some other,
strung in a certain order,
set in a specific rhythm,
can create a tone--
a voice in your head--
different from your own?
On creative art and work
The difference between the occasional poem posted on deviantart, scribbled lines on sides of notebooks, and the authoring I've done in recent years is purpose. Throughout my life, I have chosen reading as an escape and writing as an instrument for release and self-expression. The many voices in my head require an outlet, desire an audience, and forbid silence.
“The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.”
~F. Scott Fitzgerald
Writing for work, whether freelance or on payroll, is more academic, if not scientific. It's about research, information, and news. The success of a piece of work is measured by keywords, community engagement, and ROI. As such, writing for hire is secondary to me, creating preference for editing, proofreading, and coaching.
Member since 2003, I originally used deviantart to showcase my doodles and CG hobby. Sometimes I uploaded selfmade icons and designs, but sustained the account by uploading random strips of poetry from the diary pages I've since ripped apart.
At the risk of sharing my young bleeding heart, I'm sharing from one of my old online journals.
Paolo Coelho, Anton Chekhov, Ivan Turgenev
Veronica Decides to Die by Paolo Coelho, Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Anna Kareniina by Lev Tolstoy
Favorite genres: fantasy, sci-fi
Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan, Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin
William Wordsworth, Shelley
Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, Anton Chekhov's Three Sisters,
The Power of Now