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Writing Writing Itself
July 31, 2011 by Andre Best
Sitting here staring at the blinking cursor on the screen in front of me right now makes me think about the entire process of writing and what it entails. Most people would say that they can't write or that they don't know how to write.
To me, writing isn't about knowing how to write. Certainly, my writing style is not the usual mold. And the syntax and grammar and structure that I use is not the norm or something that would be used at the NY Times: except to serve as a streite example of how not to write.
The entire process of writing is interesting in and of itself. What is it anyway? Well, it's simply putting what's in the mind onto e-paper. It's a structuring of thoughts and the words that they include into a cohesive flow that makes sense. Wash, rinse, repeat, and an article is born.
But, knowing how to do this is certainly not a prerequisite to actually doing it. It can help, but it can also serve as a hindrance. If one thinks that they know how writing is supposed to occur and how it is supposed to look when completed then a person is setting up that standard to be met. They are also setting up the possibility of failure at writing.
Writing is not necessarily something that follows structure. I've found that the best way for me to write is to just do it. Write.
Don't think about how it will be read, or by whom, necessarily, but just focus on the action of the writing and leave it at that.
I always want to write about a variety of topics in this e-rag of mine. I have the best intentions to write about a broad array of topics so as to serve the most readers that may accidentally happen across this virtual tome when searching in Google. I always want to make my insights cover a range of topics so as to show that there are insights to be gleaned from many sources and events as we all walk this mortal path to ending.
But then the Universe shows up and shows me what it is that I am to write about and it's now usually something that I can't seem to dissuade or persuade myself from as a topic of insights.
I want to write about many things. I have done that in that past. I guess I'm finding out that it takes a strong impulse for whatever it is that I'm writing about to have the marginal impact that is necessary for it to become a writing that just flows out of this noggin' of mine. I've certainly learned that the best writing that I find streaming through the fingertips is that which is just flowing out of the hands and onto the keys of the keyboard.
That happened again this morning as I sat here pondering what it was that I would undertake writing.
I started a writing about writing. I started writing about writing and wrote about a page of words that were about writing. Yet the writing itself was stilted. Forced. Structured. Rigid. It wasn't flowing as these words you are now reading.
So what did I do? I threw that writing away, I deleted it. And I started over with this. This is flowing and this is streaming, so I know that this is what I'm to be sharing with you right now. It's very simple.
Writing is not something that should be hard to do. It should flow and should be something that is felt in the heart, if that is possible. It is something that you are not really writing but rather is being written for you, and thru you.
The writing that works best for me is to just let the words reach out of my fingertips and become the stream of words and concepts that they're intended to be, without me getting in the way. Or at least stepping out of the way as much as possible.
I know that much of this may sound like gibberish and perhaps does even read like that at times, but that's okay. The mind is a hindrance at times and the free flow of the Universe is something that is hard to express in and of itself. The mind simply gets in the way and stops the creative process before it begins.
So whatever can be done to ensure that the mind isn't getting in the way is useful and beneficial and allows for the expression to be spontaneous and natural. At least that is my experience.
When the mind is present it's always about getting the words right. Getting everything correct and flowing and fitting and being relayed properly. Life isn't like that.
Life is about intersections and stoppages and restarts and interruptions and tangents and breakages. It doesn't necessarily have this consistent flowing quality where each and every sentence is a cohesive blend of thoughts from start to finish.
Show me someone who lives their life like that and I'll show you a person who is an automaton.
Thinking about what one is going to write about is perhaps the biggest killer of what one is going to write about. The mind can't always write the best words. The mind is something that is structured and made in such a way that words are meant to be arranged and aligned in a way such that they read and are sensed and read correctly.
Writing from the heart allows the heart to be expressed and revealed and the heart is something that when expressed is shown to be what it is: raw, alive, real, unique.
In actuality, I've always thought that there isn't one single thought or sentence that I could write that someone, somewhere hasn't written before in the history of human kind. Think about that. What original thoughts do we have? Is there anything original? Or is it based on something we've read, heard, seen, or been told by someone? What original thinking is going on in the head?
Little to none in my opinion.
This becomes very clear when one takes the time to read the many articles on the Internet that are considered newsworthy. They are simply rehashed pablum that sound familiar because they usually are. Same words, different event. Same descriptions, different players involved. Same 'ol, same 'ol.
Is this writing you're reading now any different? Perhaps not. It's simply a rehashing of what is inside of this person. But this person does what he can so as to not have the experiences to-date be the source of the words as that is what causes the pablum to be regurgitated and spewed up again. Same experience, different mouth doing the spewing.
When writing comes from the heart, when writing comes from a place that isn't based on the mind, it is writing that is closer to the source of all of this. It is writing that is an expression of the source itself. It has the clarity and the cleanness, without the contamination of that particular human mind tainting the expression.
Now, I know that this is sounding kinda esoteric. But, really it isn't. This is something that we see all the time in many other expressions. We see it in young children playing or just being. We see it in beautiful expressions of art, so-called masterpieces. We see it in nature. We see it in the dark starry sky every night.
These are expressions of the source. These are expressions that are not compacted, truncated, organized and dissected by the human mind. Writing is like that too, when it is a flowing of what it is coming from.
When writing is coming from the source, when writing is allowed to be written from the source of the writing, it doesn't suffer from the layering of the human experience onto it. It is revealed and then becomes something that is timeless and impartial to interpretation and qualitativeness.
It just Is.
And I love Is.
You?
Written by Andre Best
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Posted by Andre Best at July 31, 2011 11:18 AM
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I love Is too...I've thought about some of the same ideas in this blog. Life is an ongoing process of allowing what Is - being in the flow is so much lighter and brighter, not to mention easier! When words flow from source, they're timeless, and generally easier for people to understand. It matters not whether the flow is an undulating river or the rambling flight of a bumblebee. When the words resonate with the soul, the light lives on.
Posted by: Pattie at January 1, 2012 10:59 PM
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