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THE LOVE LETTER TO WRITERS

Originally published on johnpavlovitz.com

There’s something all writers know, something that those who don’t write will never truly understand:

To write is to bleed.

The act of regularly opening yourself up in full view of an army of strangers is choosing to be exposed; to consent to have one’s unprotected innards trespassed upon and rooted through. This vulnerability comes at a great personal price, one that is never really ever repaid. The writer is always in the red.

Though the discipline of writing is one that usually begins in solitude, its evolution is quite the opposite. In the quiet places one bravely breaks open the contents of his or her heart and chooses to share them publicly, not knowing the reception they will receive after they leave the safety of secret. Once outside of the protected confines of one’s head, their every syllable is scrutinized and dissected, parsed and pored over.

Most writers tend to be a confounding collection of paradoxes, having enough vanity to believe their words are worth reading, yet wildly insecure in the offering. They fiercely covet silence but find intoxication in the crowd’s embrace. They are at once bodily prophetic and startlingly fragile. They are hopelessly compelled to create, while fully terrified in the process.

Writing itself is a delicate, volatile mix of sweat and magic. At times the creative process is arduous work and at other times it is an effortless dance. Some days the words are hard-won in bloody battle and others they are easily received, gift-wrapped from the heavens.

Yet no matter how many times they craft something beautiful or meaningful or valuable, most writers live with the ever-present fear that this will be the last time it ever happens. They spend their days feeling like an unworthy lover, certain that their beloved Muse will leave them at any moment, never to return.

To write is to hope the best words are still within you, but to feel without a doubt that they have surely passed.

The writer’s medium is a palette of simple words and yet these words are not come by simply. In every waking moment (and often in dreams and in nightmares), the creative soul searches incessantly for language to speak of things and ideas and feelings where words largely fail all of us. And yet with that deck stacked well against them, the writer continues to flail and fret and wrestle, hoping at the end of it all to have something worthy of the fight; something to say that is worth hearing.

My heroes have always been the poets, the ones who find the rhyme and the song in this life. They take the massive, grand, unwieldy things of the world and make them small enough to hold in one’s hand, and yet they unearth in the most intimate, ordinary moments, treasures of stunning grandeur to be revered.

Most writers don’t write because they must have something to say, but because they have something that they must say. To be silent would be to be disobedient. It is not a choice made, but a burden carried, a calling embraced.

To those who write and create, those who labor in the scalding, urgent crucible of the heart and who dare to speak so that others may hear more clearly, thank you.

Thank you for every new battle you fight with a blank page or an empty screen.

Thank you for risking criticism and condemnation and misunderstanding and attack.

Thank you for overcoming the voices from within and without that tell you to stop.

Thank you for the way you narrate the days we walk through so that we are more attentive or grateful or present in them.

Thank you for bringing clarity, for mending wounds, for lighting dark places, for inciting laughter, for inviting justice.

Thank you for sitting in the secret again, and for once more baring yourself so that others might see themselves more fully.

Most of all, thank you for bleeding.


About shakespeareanwalter

Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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25 comments

  1. Thank you for bleeding us all o. You hear? lol

    As much as i would rather parade myself as blogger, you penned this down perfectly that it touched my rat mehn

  2. This is beautiful…
    Thanks Walter for sharing..

  3. TO WRITE IS TO BLEED.

    That right there is everything.

  4. To think this made my eyes teary…wow!To write is to bleed…it truly is and this peice said everything n so much more…

    Thank u for bleeding.Xo!

  5. Beautiful stuff. Thanks for this

  6. I was here. Found strange words. I made a comment. Just for you to know. That I was here!

  7. Oh, is that the feeling I get when I write? That feeling of blood flowing out of my veins? My life force draining away? You know it’s not healthy right? I can not just come and go and die.

    Beautiful piece, it touched my innards. Thanks Walter for always bleeding.

  8. *sniffles* I felt a tug in the organ that pumps my blood. *wipes a stray tear* It’s beautiful.

  9. Touching and really inspiring.

    Thanks for bleeding also, you’ve given me the strength to continue bleeding and telling the countless stories of those who are too numb to bleed or doesn’t have the courage to tell their stories.

    And thanks Walter for sharing.

  10. Apt. Elegant. True.

  11. This is inspiring
    Amazing and encouraging.
    Thanks for sharing Waltz

  12. I am lost for words to de

  13. I am lost for words to describe this

  14. Just what I needed. This is perfect!

  15. At least I don’t bleed always, tangod!

    Thanks Wally for sharing. This got to me

  16. Oshe, Ogbeni Bleed. *singing Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding words…

  17. Beautiful blood you spilled here … just beautiful. Thank you.

  18. Now this got to me real good.
    Beautiful and true in every way imaginable
    *i need some blood transfusion. ASAP!* Walt!

  19. WOW. This is beautiful. Pin Point. The thanks should go to you for sharing our pain and bleeding with us. May your ink never go dry.

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