|Bursting with the joy of being!|
I sometimes wish I could not have this driving gnawing piece of me that's constantly saying 'me, me, I want out, I want out!' and to be content with just being. I wonder how that would feel?
I wanted to be a painter but found it too frustrating when the pictures didn't fully show what was in my mind's eye. Then I discovered writing - hooray! I could imagine a scene and describe it - but even better, I could imagine a sexy, saucy, hot, full-on-let's-do-it-now love scene and write that too. I was (and am) obsessed. Writing about sex and the erotic has lots of side benefits which I blush to list... after all, my biggest advice to new writers is to do to yourself what you are intending to do to the reader. If you want them to feel sad when they read, then you must be driven to weep when you write... so... you get the picture, right? ;)
However, I think I am very common among writers and creatives in general, that this all seems to come from a terribly fragile, vulnerable space in my being.
Recently I have been saddened to hear about writers who have found the publishing, promoting and having their work 'out there' too punishing to bear. Brit Babe Emmy shared a story from an author who did just that. This author decided it was all too much and removed herself and her writing from the public domain. The thing that was wonderful when I looked at the comments on her blog was the outpouring of love and support from the writing community and her readers that surely must have lifted and restored her. But confidence and self belief are such precarious things that perhaps it was safer for her to keep her writing to herself - for now. I want to send her so much love and tell her that I do not think retreat is defeat at all.
|(I found this on the internet)|
Throughout time there has been many stories of writers, musicians and artists being driven mad by their own creativity. If I hadn't been so ridiculously late with writing this post, I would give some examples but I haven't... sorry...
I think the purpose of this little post is to say that being a writer drives me. In that moment where time stills and a story flows, I feel complete, whole and perfectly at ease. However, the opposite is true when it is let loose on the world. That's when I become a fragmented wreck and almost go into hiding. It takes all my strength to do it. But here, here in this space with people like, The Brit Babes (yay!) and the supportive net of other writers, readers, creatives and you guys, that fragmentation is becoming easier to cope with every time.
I could just keep these stories and drawings to myself, but then, surely the place where the words and pictures come alive is in the mind of those who experience them? And I neeeed to read and consume art too. I really do.
Thanks for joining me. While I've had fun writing this, I will want to puke as soon as I hit 'publish'!
If I can work out how to do it, will be having a cover reveal of the 2nd book in my trilogy on Tuesday the 22nd (cue giant collywobble!) Please do check it out - it's a beauty even if I do say so myself - the cover artist is a star! I'll post a blurb at the end...
but if you come on over my Goodreads page next week, you'll be among the first to see it! (It will also be posted on my site... www.tabitharayne.co.uk )
Lots of love from
Tabitha x x x
Taking Flight -
The prequel to A Clockwork ButterflyGenre(s): Futuristic Erotic RomanceLength: NovelPublication Date: May 19, 2014Price: $4.99