Wifey says that since taking my writing more seriously, I’ve become more aware; both of self and the myriad of things that happen around me. She’s right of course. (she always is!) Writing can turn a simple conversation into a piece of dialogue for your protagonist. Elaborate imagery laden set pieces can start life as the almost unnoticed thoughts, that happen to accompany you on your Sunday afternoon walk in the woods. Everything seen, touched, heard, smelt or tasted can make it into your writing. Everything is an opportunity!
This inevitably turns you into a bit of a thinker. No not Plato necessarily, but just someone who looks at things from different perspectives – someone who notices subtext or irony in the plainest everyday occurrences.
I read a study claiming that writing sped up the healing process of those suffering from curable cancers. I doubt it is the actual process of tapping on keys, or scribbling words on a note pad. I imagine it has more to do with what writing forces you to explore. I’m no counselor, but I would guess introspection to be one of the first steps toward healing. Writing forces you to look within yourself.
As your words were born from your imagination, whether you’re a single guy writing about the experiences of a single guy, or married woman writing from the perspective of male serial killer, the spine of those vowels and consonants is ultimately YOU; both in the process of finding and developing the idea, but also in the harsh surprising glare of what that idea stirs within you.
‘I wrote that? Where did that come from?’
Writing is like speed dating for your subconscious…It quickly makes you more acquainted with who you really are.
I have to say I like what writing has and is still doing to me. It’s changing me from within and healing stuff that I didn’t even realise needed healing. It’s even making me into a better conversationalist (when I can be bothered).
I’m almost scared to admit it, but perhaps it’s making me a better person.