I have chosen an art that is difficult to be with others when deeply involved in the creation. When I am fully involved in the story I am writing and deep into a scene I don’t like to be bothered by anyone or anything. If my cat comes up to be petted I try to ignore her, but her consistent pawing eventually pulls me from the page and distracts me from my writing. After shooing her away and turning back to my journal I am often lost to where I was. I hate this feeling of not being able to be around others when trying to create my art because I use so much of my experiences in life to create my stories.
I’m jealous of my friends who are musicians, actors and painters. They can, and often must, sit with fellow artists to create their next great piece. Musicians need other musicians in order to make there song complete; actors need other actors to act with and to make a scene come to life and painters can discuss what materials they use while painting on a canvas next to a friend. I want to be able to enjoy the company of other artists while sitting at my table to write.
I’m thinking and writing about this because I’ve been wanting to sit down with my fellow artists and work on our crafts. I want to be able to bounce ideas off of people as we sit with our chosen tools in front of us and scribble down our ideas. I want to be able to collaborate with someone.
I know there are ways to be able to sit and work on some things with others and still feel like I’ve done something productive but when it comes to writing I need to be able to close out any and all distractions in order to truly get into the story I’m building and figure out exactly why the characters are behaving the way they are when confronted by obstacles. As a writer I need to immerse myself into the world I’m creating and completely become entranced in order to build a compelling story full of interesting characters that bring people to reading said story.
I’m writing this out of frustration and struggles with putting words in my journal. When I’m around other artists I feel a tug to work on my craft but when I go to my journal to write things out I lose what I had going because I can’t put on the page what was in my head when talking to others. I bounce ideas off of the other person and feel great about what is coming from my mind but it never goes anywhere. Somehow there is a disconnect between being able to talk about something and being able to write it to completion.
Bubbles are fun, but as we learned the other day, they are best played with outside.
Why do I write? What is it that draws me in to writing stories for others to read? Why do I feel the need to share with readers what I create from within my mind? What makes my story different from someone else’s?