Write a book from your heart and don’t sweat it
March 2, 2014
I read a lot of blogs about writing.
I learn something from just about everyone of them.
Some have to do with the technical aspects of writing, some with what works in the new digital age.
But few go to the heart of why writers do what they do.
A writer is nothing but a person who has a story trapped in her she must tell.
It doesn’t matter if anyone reads it.
Odds are no one will.
She shouldn’t sweat it.
Because she is the only person who can tell the story she has to tell.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
The writer brave enough to bare his soul on paper is rare.
Maybe even the rarest of all creatures.
To tell the story that is in one’s heart is the most terrible of assignments.
Such an author must lay his ego aside, forget about the praise of readers, abandon all hope that his work will fit neatly within a genre, whatever that is.
Rather, the author who would write what is in his heart must be willing to strip away the considerations of nicety and tell it like it is.
Telling it like it is has never been popular.
Oh, I know sometimes it is popular in hindsight, after years have passed and people have processed events.
But in the moment heart-written books are outliers.
They scoop up insight and fling it out there before its time.
They stake out unexplored territory.
They call a spade a spade.
They expose the author for what he is.
An iconoclast who dares to trust his heart.
In every moment, each historical setting, things need to be said that no one is saying.
Only writers can fill the void.
Maybe their insights are trivial.
Maybe they are mundane.
Maybe they add nothing to the public conversation.
But maybe, just maybe, they shed a new light.
If they do, I am certain that light originated in one place and one place only.
A writer’s heart.
So forget about everything else when you sit down at the keyboard.
Look deep into your heart and let whatever resides there pour out on the page.
That’s what we want to read.