It’s funny how, writers (me inclusive) are quite comfortable with showing just a side of their lives. We create, we counsel, we mould, we tell you that we cry and the tears become poetry or stories or the dialogue with our thoughts become the drama or the memoir (what we think we can remember) or the other things we write. We appear strong; even when we say we are weak (because we sometimes are), it becomes a thing of strength: to admit weakness.
Writers are one-sided tools. Honestly, my flaws become a floor and everyone wants to seat and listen to whatever wisdom they can pluck from (it…them). I think we should tell the truth in a balanced view. Let’s show the other side! How we bleed and it doesn’t hurt (and this hurts because it should hurt us when we bleed); how some of us want to simply see colour blue and not think of how many stars lost their lives giving out that pigment to our eyes. I think we should let the world know how difficult it is to easilly tell difficult things and make them look simply difficult (this sentence has gone through reeditting).
I repeat, I think it’s time for writers to show the other side, ugly or uglier. We should be mortal sometimes, affectionate; show that things actually affect us just like they do to everyone. Writers are men, women, spirits and angels; creatures made by the best writer too: God. God is a writer, actually, the writer. We, the writers, are copymice.
Let writers confess: how some of us growl at the feet of Jesus: night and day and how we speak in tongues only angels translate because even we do not know what we say at the time we say what we say. I think writers should stop ignoring the other side. There is another side. It doesn’t flow with milk and honey. We should talk about parts of our lives, like, how we don’t write for days and still smile at everyone like things are okay. How we live by warring within us…okay. I see the point, writers would never tell what they would not tell, but sometimes, I believe we should…embrace the simplicity of our humanity then rush back to who we were made to be from the beginning: writers, seers, scribes, typists (these days) prophets and whatever other name it is that you go by…