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We
live within our characters. When they bleed, we bleed. When they die, a part of
us-that part that stirred them into existence in the first place-dies with
them. Our emotions meld and erupt as our stories reach a climax. We are gods
who share; partake in the sufferings of his creation. Who feel what they feel
in order to associate with their ideas and views of their 'imaginary' universe.
A
place in which they are as alive and real as we are in our own world. An existence
so real that a stroke off our pen could mark a fatal mistake or an irreparable
loss in someone's previously perfect life-a tangible mortal sin that wakes to
hubris.
In
the roles we write, we are alive and present. We matter. . .
The
responsibility of a writer can not be played down.
Like
bite marks on fossils identifying probable cause of extinction of a species,
our scribbles outlast us. They become our voices and direct the imaginations of
our readers, influence what they think they know about us.
We all must push towards a point in our
personal lives where we appraise our works through eyes of a reverence that's
not arrogant. Pure and deserving of wo/men who create believable universes from
the simple creed of creative thinking.
As
chroniclers we define how the world we live in interprets the history of its
people. The burden we've received can not be exaggerated.
When
we pick up our pens to create a world through the power of the imagination, we
ought to do it with the respect it deserves. The ideas we represent live
forever. They will survive us long after our bone is dust to dust.
Laurence
Dunbar, William Wordsworth, Sylvia Plath, Audrey Lorde and the army of writers
who are no longer here with us did their share creating works of art for which
readers and writers hold these in untamed reverence through the years.
We
ought to live for something that will last. We ought to breathe our souls on
the pages of our journals, weave our essences into the 'dots and slashes' and
allow the waves of inspiration to muster the letters that form from the blots
of our pen into phrases.
We
are not to assume we will be up to this task when we are perfect.
We
are writers. Writers write!
Like
right this minute!
Keep
your pen bleeding!
Akpan
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I applaud these words, these insights, the earnest promptings... may urge fuel the fire...
ReplyDeleteThanks Gari,
DeleteFor time invested in this blog. Had to leave all those painting assignments to comment on this article. I appreciate the sacrifice. ;)
Thanks.