“Texts and paintings are alike [says Socrates} in that they offer the semblance of life instead of the real thing. They cannot speak, and when you ask either of them a question, they remain impassive, and ‘preserve a solemn silence.'” ~ Jonathan Ree, I See a Voice
Writing. It is not as easy as it is often perceived. I write — therefore, I am aware of how vital it is to listen to what is written when I read. I have a work in progress. I have a blog in transition. I write letters: longhand, rarely typed. All three are separate, yet all three are extensions of me.
My work in progress is geared towards many people. My blog is a sharing among a more intimate group of kindred souls. My letters to family and friends are filled with the everyday, that combination of quality and quirkiness that shapes a life. A life lived and shared with those connected to and through the fibers of my being.
I speak within each area of my writing as I would like to hear the same from others. And while I read blogs where other writers share their lives, I prefer to listen to what is going on in the lives of family and friends in more personal ways.
Listen to your own writing. Who are you really speaking to?