I write because I was, I am and I will be.
I write because that is how I understood the “I” in “Me”
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When a writer writes, he or she puts himself upon the chopping block, ready to get his or her neck cut without letting go of the notion that he or she is ready to see to it that the same head stays on.
Hmmm. When I write, as in my memoir, I write, trying to imitate if not to relive my past childhood, that of a child that saw the world with innocent eyes and relished the attention of being the only child of my parents. I write with such a perspective, barring me from certain thoughts, making me ignorant of sibling rivalry,that being brotherhood and sisterhood, but being quite aware of not being forced to share something or split my favorite candy down the middle lest some kid under our roof throw a crazed tantrum.
Writing such a memoir as to test my knowledge of a unique past–for a family might have gone through a similar past but experiencing or retelling such in one’s own way is entirely different–this also reflects the type (a.k.a personality, character) of person I am in choosing such a voice and or point of view while telling my tale. A persona may hint the age, influences in writing and notably, a writer’s style in well, writing. Writing in a particular way says so much about the writer himself.
Why was it that I wrote about that particular memory in my life, stating the story of a portion of my life through the afternoons I spent with my father?
- I loved my father to a fault–his faults and all
- A part of me lived and died in Iloilo City, now that I think of it, bicycle wheels and all
- Death has now separated me from him but writing tells me that I have outdone death in resurrecting my sleeping Papa in another way
- My Papa was more than a father to me…he was a friend, comrade, ally and constant playmate to a very boisterous and overly energetic daughter
- I realize that I knew so little about him back then and still do…and I pray that writing helps me touch even the slightest of himself so I can delve deeper and discover who he really is.
And in writing, I discover a whole lot more about the craft like:
THE IMPORTANCE OF WORD CHOICE
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Word choice is important, not only in explaining ideas and propagating dialog, but in letting one’s readers know about the author himself through the usage of certain words and even his language biases (if there is such a term with nigger and dark-skinned man being two of my examples) when possible. Using the word “payment” instead of the word “bribe” means a very different and very seperate thing when both arecompared with each the other. Words have the power to either expound a topic or to confine it. Word choice is very important in any form of literature and especially so in poetry and flash fcition. In using particular words, I am acknowledging my preferences in grammar and therefore in language. I happen to believe that one word makes a world of difference when used appropriately and effectively. That’s why all writers must make use of words wisely. Doing such leads to better writing. Words hold so much power.
And being a child-at-heart is no obstacle.
I have always believed in my heart, never once doubted that I am child, and not wanting to lose what is left of my childhood that isn’t a memory, I have resorted to writing to record my childish thoughts and feelings although my mind constantly reminds me that I’m eighteen years old and therefore, not a child. I have always loved writing and perhaps the way I write is influnced by how much I love to express myself in both written and oral form.
I’m not a writer just yet. I write but well, I’m not just quite there yet….experienced and all. There is so much more that I need to learn about the craft.
Still though, in my private heart, when I write, I take pleasure in what I have created regardless of the voice, the persona and the words used in my work. This is because creating something that you can call yours is for me, quite a feat already. For all we know the person sitting right next to us might have comendable material for a good story but he or she might not have the heart to recognize his or her potential to spell it out for the whole world. To recognize this reality in us, is in itself, a gift already.
I know…
…that there really are a lot of standards and rules to follow in writing. Ironies are never scarce and an example of such is the presence of barriers and yardsticks that writers create for themselves. Choosing one particular voice cancels out another and yet the skill of a writer allows him to use two or more voices simultaneously as in poetry. There are loopholes in rules, and most importantly, the minute ones matter most and lead to bigger breaks. Barriers are ment to be crosed over, yardsticks ment to be broken when they cannot accomodate height and width anymore.
To become a writer means to overcome the mundane and the common…and that is forever possible. Such a task is difficult for seasoned writers to begin with and so much the more for students like me. The only thing we get in return is the fullfillment, the happiness, the joy in stretching human capability to the limit…and that alone, is more than enough.
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When a writer writes, he simply does not write. He multi-tasks, studies, prays, explores the universe….all when a writer writes….more and more….
….and frankly, I’m looking forward to that by the day…the hour….the minute…
NOW.