Taken Hostage

Consider this: “I write because the stories in my head demand that I do.”

Now, bear with me for a moment while I spin this quote another way – a way I understand it to be.

“I write because I am a hostage taken by my stories, and the price for my freedom is to see it till the end. Unfortunately, there are more than just one story!”

Grim? I bet it sounds that way, huh?

But, it is a very true sentiment, down to the bone. These stories and tales stalk us continuously, watching our every move for weeks, or sometimes their decision is spontaneous. They pounce!

And when they do, there is very little choice left to us but to pick up that pen and bleed it out (as Hemingway would no doubt say).

What will happen if we refuse? Well thats simple, either our creativity dies because we have refused to obey, or second, we continue to be stalked by it till we are left feeling like we are slowly going crazy.

I’m not trying to scare you. God no. In fact, I wanted to show you how seriously most writers take their writing, and spend almost all their life practicing it, regardless whether they ever get discovered or ‘make it’.

It’s almost very comical this stance. Writing is by CHOICE. No one makes us do it. Maybe one day an editor might remind us of the deadline, but other than that, no one really holds us ransom and makes us write. We do it to ourselves, and sometimes take that too seriously.

Really, lets us take a moment and sometimes, just breathe. After all it’s only a story.

(That great, revealing quote belongs to Jyl Korroch Milner, and I absolutely love how dramatic it sounds! And for this very reason, I fasted in a sense from writing any creative pieces today. It felt refreshing!)

(With all due respect, please do excuse the unfortunate title.)

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  1. That’s how I am with a silly musical parody. Crazy songs get in there when I’m listening to music and I have to write it down. And I can’t read sheet music, haha.


      1. I stopped playing music in 8th grade, the clarinet was not for me. I like a lot of songs though, and listen to a lot. hehe.


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