Tuesday, November 1, 2011
writing - bleeding
This reminds of when Harry Potter has to write lines for Professor Umbridge and the quill she makes him use writes the lines with his own blood as ink and simultaneously carves the message into the back of his hand. Talk about making a statement.
On Saturday I found myself in a writing critique group at The Relevant Conference. If there is one thing I like, it is having someone else critique my work. Call me crazy, but there is something freeing in knowing how you can make your writing better. Also, I am so used to getting my work torn to bits in my interpreter training program that I learned how to take some harsh criticism. Sure, it still hurts, but oh well. All that to say, I was super excited to have my writing critiqued.
The prompt was memory;
Somewhat nebulous with a myriad of options. Out of my multitudinous memories I write about what it felt like when my parents were separated. Bleeding, y'all.
I thought this part of my personal story didn't effect me and yet here, between the blue and white, on the fibrous paper that crackles as my words spill across it, I see that it did. It did.
I cry as I read my selection aloud.
Feedback is given
and it's like a buoy for the drowning.
writing = bleeding
Posted by seizinglifebythewristlet at 6:24 PM