Member Rara Avis
I was talking to my sister in law the other day. Just in passing discussing getting published, writing, and other stuff. Somehow the conversation took a weird turn when she told me that writers were weird...self involved. While I started to argue with her, I couldn't because I began to wonder if this weren't true. Are we, as writers, too self involved in ourselves or our craft? And how can we be self involved if we write about a range of different things, people, emotions, etc. Are we as in touch with the world and other people (besides other writers) as we think we are? The moment she said that, something rebelled within me but also wondered also. I'm not complaining. I've resolved that I could make writing my sole obsession and be content for the rest of my life. For some amount of time, I would love to seclude myself from every luxury and convenience this world today has to offer and then write of the experience. Is this something close to what Thoreau writes of or am I completely off on even my little bit of knowledge on him? Anyway, it sounds like a good idea, but would shutting myself off from everyone save for but little contact make me self involved? Of course I would write more than about myself. There are beauties to be explored that no one has explored for a very long time since the writers of well..I'll have to say "older days". Soo..maybe I'm rambling here, but the whole thing has me obsessing. I don't know if this belongs in Philosophy or not, but hey..I'm terrified of that place anyways, so I put it here. What do you all think?
I guess I got a complex out of the whole thing because she said that, and she knows that I write, so I wonder was she saying that I was self involved too...or was she dismissing the fact that I am a writer...or if thats her idea of how a writer acts, then maybe she doesn't really think I'm a writer? ROTFL! Geesh..sorry..this last part is just my lil complex making a show. Sometimes we question enough, and sometimes we don't question enough.
I am bound by this, you see...to become Night's sole mistress, and I am jealous in my endeavours for his attention.