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The deafening silence of unwritten work
2 years ago
Greetings followers and the people who may stumble upon my page,
After talking with a few people from my last journal and through Discord and Telegram I have seen that I am hamstrung on my writings. I have been pondering about opening up for trades for written work and the implications of what I may write for others and how it would reflect upon me as a author, as a person. Sadly I don't know if I have the inner strength to write what people want, nor do I want to judge someones desire to have something written that I as a person find distasteful or taboo. To write is to be free, but to write is to be bound; To be unwritten is to be free of prejudice, but to be unwritten is to be bound disrepair. So I don't write, I don't publish, I don't talk, and I hide, knowing that my silence is an unbroken and unblemished being.
We as people have gone through a lot of things, many which leaves scars very deep. Sadly writing anything even with warnings is not enough as the mention of some topics as the warning are enough to make someone be in pain. I wish I can write what ever I want in a world of make believe, a world that goes by different rules, different culture, different history, a place of pure fiction. I want to write fiction from point of views that I could only guess at, views I might not agree with and despise, views that others will think that could only be enjoyed by a person of a similar view.
Unfortunately the words I write are my actions and what I have written is not the actions I would ever do in life. Because I will not do these in my life nor agree with them, the more I want to write about them as they are not who I am. I see my writings nothing more then trying to see a view, a window through which it is not me though unfortunately to some may think I am. Can you write a world that you hate but others enjoy even if it's for all the wrong reasons?
I want to be truly open to everything, judgement free of what others want in a fictional story yet to set bounds makes me feel I am judging others based on my own values. I have drafted and written some work that I would never do, ever be able to do, nor want to do ever but yet I wrote it as best I can because it is something ever so far away from me. These works where so far removed from me it made me think about my past and current works and what they might mean to others. Is it okay to give a reader sexual pleasure over a characters misfortune and misery? Is it alright to write something that wrong as a fetish despite how much it gets to you? Can you write a make-believe world that does not follow our own ethics and yet be okay? These questions are what keeps me silent and keeps my written works unwritten.
Life is hard, and writing seems even harder now then it was then...
After talking with a few people from my last journal and through Discord and Telegram I have seen that I am hamstrung on my writings. I have been pondering about opening up for trades for written work and the implications of what I may write for others and how it would reflect upon me as a author, as a person. Sadly I don't know if I have the inner strength to write what people want, nor do I want to judge someones desire to have something written that I as a person find distasteful or taboo. To write is to be free, but to write is to be bound; To be unwritten is to be free of prejudice, but to be unwritten is to be bound disrepair. So I don't write, I don't publish, I don't talk, and I hide, knowing that my silence is an unbroken and unblemished being.
We as people have gone through a lot of things, many which leaves scars very deep. Sadly writing anything even with warnings is not enough as the mention of some topics as the warning are enough to make someone be in pain. I wish I can write what ever I want in a world of make believe, a world that goes by different rules, different culture, different history, a place of pure fiction. I want to write fiction from point of views that I could only guess at, views I might not agree with and despise, views that others will think that could only be enjoyed by a person of a similar view.
Unfortunately the words I write are my actions and what I have written is not the actions I would ever do in life. Because I will not do these in my life nor agree with them, the more I want to write about them as they are not who I am. I see my writings nothing more then trying to see a view, a window through which it is not me though unfortunately to some may think I am. Can you write a world that you hate but others enjoy even if it's for all the wrong reasons?
I want to be truly open to everything, judgement free of what others want in a fictional story yet to set bounds makes me feel I am judging others based on my own values. I have drafted and written some work that I would never do, ever be able to do, nor want to do ever but yet I wrote it as best I can because it is something ever so far away from me. These works where so far removed from me it made me think about my past and current works and what they might mean to others. Is it okay to give a reader sexual pleasure over a characters misfortune and misery? Is it alright to write something that wrong as a fetish despite how much it gets to you? Can you write a make-believe world that does not follow our own ethics and yet be okay? These questions are what keeps me silent and keeps my written works unwritten.
Life is hard, and writing seems even harder now then it was then...
