I Cannot Not Write

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“I think writing is a curse.” The words came from a guest speaker, a multi-published author, in my creative writing class. A student had asked if he found writing fun.

The man’s point was that, for him, writing was an addiction. He found it impossible not to write. And sometimes that interfered with the rest of his life, which wasn’t fun.

I know how he feels. One of my children once compared my weekly newspaper columns to perpetual research papers. “Why do you do it, Dad”? was her question.

The answer, of course, is that sometimes writing is a curse. It’s why I refused to go to bed last night until I had written this blog entry. I cannot not write.

I also think it’s fun 🙂

2 thoughts on “I Cannot Not Write

  1. Sometimes I think God’s pruning of our character comes through the writing process. Those words, normal, but juxtaposed in a way that brings life or meaning or else probes the depths of its mysteries, somehow works on us as we search, select, and solidify them in our thought. Penning them is art, but tranformative art. It is not presentation. It is re-presentation. Re-presentation of our souls, through which we claim the cleansing of the process itself–the release of what we hope not to be, while reaching for the hopes of what we could be. They are re-presentations of another word as well, one more ancient than we, more creative indeed. They re-present the Word who longs to pen life in our hearts, to rewrite our stories even in the midst of struggle and pain. And I, as I write, hope to receive his good grace and be changed. “You have been cleansed by the words I have spoken.”

  2. Well said, Jonathan. And I do think our words have power to change, others or ourselves.

    By the way, I love this: “the Word who longs to pen life in our hearts, to rewrite our stories even in the midst of struggle and pain.”

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