I'm in a major writing assignment; the kind that is not based on facts, but on how deep your perspective is and how clearly and well you are able to set it on paper. It's my favorite kind of writing. It's also the most difficult.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
As G. Anzaldua wrote, "Put your shit on the paper," I am having difficulty because more shit has come up than is required for this essay. The question is, "What does your writing mean to you?"
I mean, how about asking how I feel about my right arm when I am right handed? Or ask how I feel about my heart beating regularly and my lungs working properly? That is the same kind of relationship - a mindless need. And the thought of being without it is beyond crushing, beyond life altering. Without writing, I'd be a foreign soul to myself.
But, the clock is literally ticking on my screen and I need to get my shit out ASAP for this deadline. I hate that word, by the way. DEAD and LINE. Who in the world thought to put those two words together to come up with a word that means BE READY BY THIS TIME.
That's not helping my block.
What gets you through a brick wall to your green pastures of brilliance?