Many times, being a writer is demanding in the sense that you feel that you need to say something, and then there are those times when you can't stop the flow of thought and there is too much to say. For the past couple of days, I've been hearing about something called trappin. Now, because of my unusual recent experience, it may mean something else to me. However, when I googled it, it said it had to do with hustling. I'm not really in the mood to discuss the definition of hustling, but that word trappin has been leaving me with many thoughts, in light of my own experience.
I've been involved in writing for a good while, and while some of my peers seek quantity in the number of books that they write, and I'm not against that. I've written four novels, two that are still in draft mode and I'm working on a new one now. I've just always seen writing as a gift to be shared, the process of creating and seeking on the page. I write in long hand because there is something about the feel of the pen gliding across the page. I think ebooks are wonderful, but I hate to admit that I love the smell of paper and the weight of a book in my lap. When I was in college, I had to run copies for one of the professors on a ditto machine, and it always sent me back to the days of grade school when you received a worksheet with the blue ink. Maybe the surreal experience of the words on that paper lead me to write this today, and that word, trappin.
Writing to me has and will always be a gift that is to be shared and not to be taken for granted. Of course, we all see money involved and it's like filled with economic possibilities, this is true. But until a writer can really earn their living as a writer, there has to be some type of love connection with the process and the page. Imagine working on something for seven years not knowing what it will produce, what will happen, how it will go and the idea of doing it anyway. For me, the gift is in the sharing of the work. I admit, I did not bad as a self published writer on my first novel, but it didn't make me rich. So many times, we look at what someone is doing and our automatic thinking makes us believe that they are somehow cutting the fat hog in the ass, excuse my phrase, but it's not that way.
I see a world full of gifts by many people who contribute and share their gifts with the world. Everyday, everyone's life is enhanced by another's gift. It might be the clothes you're wearing, the car you drive, your bank account and for some, the steps they take. Look at this way, somebody is always better at something that another person might not be good at, but then that person may be better at something else that the other isn't good at. Gifts are not exclusive, we all have one, at least I'd like to believe that. We all can do and be many things, but there's that one thing that everyone is exceptional at. It may sound a bit idealistic, but it's really just my thought for today. Gifts are to be shared with as many people as possible. Writers who can come up with multiple ideas and stay at their computers for hours amaze me. I think that's fabulous, but for me, I need life breaks, work and other interests. The isolation of writing is one of the strange aspects of the writing life, I still strive to maintain balance.
I suppose I've said all of this to say, gifts are and want to be shared with others.
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