Sarah from That Space in Between is doing a fortnightly post topic ‘What I know about…’
This weeks is What I know About Writing.
So what do I know about writing? I know that my two most disliked teachers in high school as well as my two favourite were all English teachers. The two that I disliked gave me C’s and the two that I liked gave me A’s. Maybe it is because written English is a big part of my life that I even remember that.
The written word is an escape.
Immersed in a fantasy book, I can leave the worries of the world behind. I love, hate, fight, fear, dream and connect with the characters, the people, in the words. I know that it is a safe place to go. I can leave that world at anytime, returning on my whim and no one will judge me for my absence.
Writing is one of the greatest projectors of the imagination, a window into the extreme and untapped power of the human mind. Radiant scenes of splendour, vast and intricate worlds, majestic and malevolent beasts, are all brought to life through pen, quill or keyboard.
Writing is the beginning and the end of literally everything. They don’t say “in the beginning it was ‘spoken'”. They say “it was written”.
Wars, peace, accomplishments, events, projects, discoveries, inventions; they all started or ended with a written word. Because a thought is no more than exactly that, until it’s put to paper. No agreement is official until it is in written form. No great act is recognized or remembered until someone has written about it.
Writing is the blood of expression, the life force of knowledge, the eternal messenger. It travels on the flap of a wing, in the bob of a bottle, through the spark of a wire. It travels across all languages and indeed; through time itself. It is our way of visiting the past and talking to the future.
Writing is coffee’s partner, papers passenger and pens purpose.
And writing is my own personal re-connection to the world, my medium for clearer communication.
Because when I write I can say exactly what I am trying to say, exactly the way I want to say it. As I put a thought to paper, that thought takes me somewhere. It evolves. Each word joins the next to form a path. And on that path I journey, deep into self-discovery and memories that had once been lost.