I created this narrative essay for an assignment in the writing class I'm taking at Coursera. Maybe it will be of interest to a few of you.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Variations on this quote have been attributed to many famous authors over the years, including Ernest Hemingway, Thomas Wolfe and Red Smith. The idea that writing requires a hypothetical blood sacrifice appears to be a belief held by many. In my own experience, writing from the heart often feels like standing naked in front of the room.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Variations on this quote have been attributed to many famous authors over the years, including Ernest Hemingway, Thomas Wolfe and Red Smith. The idea that writing requires a hypothetical blood sacrifice appears to be a belief held by many. In my own experience, writing from the heart often feels like standing naked in front of the room.
Several months ago, I wrote my most read blog post of all
time, a post where I shared the struggle I had with trying to offer service with
a willing heart. (read it here) “I could think of lots of reasons why I
shouldn't have to help. I started thinking of people I knew, who I was
"sure" would be more appropriate to help out.” I shared that ultimately I ended up helping,
but that I wasn’t able to maintain the kind attitude I wanted. I had a difficult time hitting the “publish”
button on that post. Did I want to share
that part of myself with the mostly anonymous audience who reads my blog? I wondered, if writing requires such a
willingness of openness, why do reasonable people engage in it?
Earnest Hemingway wrote “All you have to do is write one
true sentence. Write the truest sentence
that you know.” Writing a blog is a
vehicle where anyone can write one true sentence after another. In order to see how my life as a writer
compares to other people’s experiences, I searched the Digital Archive ofLiterary Narratives for other writers who express themselves through
blogs. I found three narratives that
interested me, “Things I do not know” by May Harriet, ”I am a writer, really?”
by Jenni Mantey and “Getting to know you” by Keith Addison. Each writer discussed how they use a blog to
share their life and interests. May
Harriet uses her blog to write about running.
Keith Addison writes about life with a child with a rare genetic
disability. Jenni Mantey uses her blog
to share the day to day happenings in her life.
Like these writers, I maintain a blog where I share the things my family
does as well as write about some of the challenges that come with raising six
children, one of whom has special needs.
Writing a blog is time consuming. Trying to decide what to share and how to
write in such a way that the reader is interested and engaged takes time, something
each of us thinks we don’t have enough of.
Why then do people write blogs? English
is a second language for Jenni Mantey. She
writes of her experience with writing assignments, “For the most part, my
writings were rather duties as if I had no choice but must write, therefore, I
did not enjoy writing.” Later in her
essay, she says that through her blog, “By taking time, writing my ideas, and
reading my own stories on the web, I have been feeling great sense of
achievement.” Although English is my
primary language, there have been times in my life when, like Jenni, writing
felt like a chore, not something to be enjoyed.
Like Jenni, maintaining a blog
has been a way for me once again to enjoy the process of writing.
May Harriet shares in her essay that she struggles with
depression. She has found that the
feedback she receives through her blog is sometimes what inspires her to get
out of bed in the morning. Although I
don’t struggle with depression, I have found that keeping an up to date record
of my life does inspire me to do more.
If a few weeks go by and we don’t have any fun news to share, I’ll make
sure to plan a fun event for our family.
I’ve also noticed that when we do things as a family, I am more
conscious of small moments of whimsy and I am tuned in to the funny things my
children say in order to write about them in the blog.
Keith Addison writes, “I think I am one of the few people who can say that writing
saved my life. If I hadn’t have kept
that diary and had the outlet through my blog, I may not have been sitting here
today to write this.” He had
struggled with binge eating for most of his life but by chronicling his
struggles in his blog, he was able to overcome his eating challenges. Another outcome of his blog was the
opportunities he received to give presentations about raising a child with a
genetic disability at medical conferences.
While blogging hasn’t saved my life, it has blessed it in
unexpected ways. A blog post I wrote
about my husband’s work as a land surveyor was published in a magazine. That publication was selected as the author
of the year for the publication and I received an award of $500 for my
contribution. As a stay at home mom,
unexpectedly receiving $500 was extremely validating to myself as an
author.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and
bleed.” At times, narrative writing feels
like creating the words with our very blood.
Why do writers choose to engage in such a sacrifice? Through reading the narratives of other
authors and comparing them to my own experience, I have found that although we
have very different life experiences, writing benefits authors in similar ways.
Writing is more than a form of expression.
It can be a way to heal ourselves, to inspire ourselves, and a way to
open ourselves to unforeseen opportunities.
Just as physicians used to bleed their patients in order to cleanse them
of sickness, when we “sit at a typewriter and bleed”, we create something that
cleanses us, strengthens us and causes us to grow in unexpected ways.
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