I’ve been re-reading a lot of the posts that I’ve written before this and its made me realize how important the past is for a writer.
All I can picture is this graphite HB pencil gliding across a page over and over again. It’s kind of like in school where you would have your favorite pen or pencil that had that perfect fit, that perfect grip or the way you knew just how to angle it to get that perfect sharpened edge, to write clearly.
That’s how I picture our voices, angled and drawn, whittled down and blunted, until we are resharpened in our focus of the new, of the real.
In a lot of ways our voices are based on perspective. We grind away at these topics we find important in our lives in that moment, sculpted, grafted and fit into neat or cluttered compartments until we move forward onto the next set of ideas or issues we have to face or ignore.
And yet it is our voices that give us perspective. I found, whilst sifting through the memories of my emotions and painted writings, that I remembered the tidbits of the past musings. There minute details and minutia of comments, feelings and perspectives I wrote from.
I think good writing comes from practice and experience, but perhaps growth comes comes from appreciating and accepting the type of writer you are. Whether you’re detailed or conversational, bloggy or poety, informational or humorous, each type of writing holds your voice and while we may aspire to be as detailed or as comedic as our favorite authors and idols the voice we have, the one people are able to see, is unique and different.
Some of you may be reading this thinking well I’m not a writer what use does this have for me? But a voice isn’t restricted to the written. A voice is so much more. Every decision we make, every train of thought we run through in our heads, every comment, habit, political discussion, even those drunk DMC’s we have with others is factored and influenced by our voice.
I think for me reading through my work helps me to see it visually. A physical manifestation of the kind of voice I have. I can re-read my blog and review my experiences and understandings, growth, musings, emotions and beliefs.
I think I’m writing this because I want to urge people to listen to themselves. I don’t want this post to be taken at face value. I want this collision and coherence of the surface and beneath the surface. The world could be such an interesting place if we took the time to know ourselves.
The point I’m trying to make is that it is not the medium that matters, but taking the time to reflect that’s important. Whether you write to yourself, sing in the shower or talk to yourself in the mirror (or all three like me), there’s a voice that is underneath the surface.
Perhaps its time we start listening. Perhaps its time we start finding some perspective.