What Does It Take To Be A Writer? Inspiration?
What is good enough?
Sometimes I sit in wonder and awe at the sheer amount of thinking my brain engages in. Some people have hobbies, collections, or other activities that engage their attention; but me, I have thinking. I suppose my hobbies include music and words, but always the ones that engage my thought. The best are the songs or stories that can touch my soul as if feeling, breathing, and thinking the inspiration with every fiber of my being.
Is that normal? Weird? I have no idea. But I know that I love it. I love thinking about my future, where I might go, what I might see, even what I might accomplish and how I can apply myself to each tantalizingly inspirational idea.
It’s always a feeling of looking at the world through a lens. A lens with a filter of thought that takes my eyes beyond the stereotypes and first impressions that can sour anyone in an instant. This filter is always looking for the subtleties, the unspoken truth that is never far beyond the surface.
Then I wonder if that is what being a writer is truly all about. Is it tapping into those moments when inspiration swipes you off your feet and your mind is thrown into a whirlwind of amazingly radiant thoughts; each thought as if it's own adventure and every adventure as enticingly brilliant as the one before. Then, without notice or warning, the wave of inspiration disappears as if never having existed in the first place; a distant visitor that appears herself always in the most inconvenient moments.
You’re probably thinking “how very egocentic of you Briana,” or something along those equivocal lines. I know, it’s just my brain wondering off again and will surly end with the last word of this page. But truly, what does it mean to be a writer? Anyone can strike words down onto a piece of paper, but does that make them a writer? Still, even as I may be verging on the edge of ‘tooting my own horn’ as they say, I want to know if I’ve got it.
My nascent writing career has been bumpy, at best. Yet I want to know more, what it takes to make it as a writer, the adroitness needed to create every masterpiece. Does a writer need only to be passionate about words? How much imagination is truly required? And how much is written based upon something the writer is already familiar with; their own pre-existing scripts for life?
I’ve never thought I was good enough to be successful as a writer. It’s always been cast off as a passion, my true hobby. And yet, I always come back to this familiar place. The one in which all I can envision is myself with a pen and paper, or a computer; the familiar feeling of my fingers across the keys noting each adventure my brain takes us on. It’s the feeling of longing. A longing to truly know, without a semblance of a doubt, what it takes to be a successful writer?