WriteOnWednesday…the 3 Ps
July 23, 2008 § 7 Comments
Practice…sitting down to the piano for 12 years of lessons involved practice and although I often would have sooner poked my eye out, I learned music and a tad bit o’ discipline as I plunked through my pieces 5x daily as my German teacher meticulously wrote on the pages in his pencilled hand. Had I been asked to practice writing at that time, I would likely have rolled my eyes and laughed and run out the door, yelling, “How do you practice writing?” I would have hooted at the suggestion. I would not have understood it.
I do now. Writing is like an instrument, something to be tuned and altered, arranging the notes in such a way and finding rhythm. And practicing writing is fun; sessions are always cut too short. Honestly, I ogle ads for writing retreats. There is naught to be done there but write. Would it be the bliss I imagine? Little matter. We snatch our writing bliss where we can. Practicing writing is integral to my day. At least then, regardless of what I’ve done, I can say I’ve written. It’s a club to which I want to be a member. And then there’s this “blog” thing – I MUST call it practice! or is that a euphemism for addiction? Either way, it gets me to the keyboard.
Pleasure? Yes. Pleasure is a side effect of writing. It is a natural result. A good one. Profit? (ok, first allow me this – ahahahahahahahaaha!) Where does profit fit in my writing game? Side effect. I do not count the writing I do in my day job as writing for profit. Nope, not even as practice. It’s when I’m let out of the tech writing corral and into the pasture of a nice clean screen or page that I truly run -that I truly write. Money is a lovely offshoot of the game. Journalism pays but that is not what engages me about it.
I think that to approach writing for profit requires not only discipline but often just sheer persistence. I do not look at my “free time” writing as a way to make a profit. I think the weight of that would crush the wings on which some writing soars.
And if I did have “a room of my own” and the entire day’s length to fill with nothing but writing, I wonder if I would go blank or just sit there, wordless after all?
Um, actually, I do know the answer to that.