Overt Brainstorming

I normally don't blog this much.. but I feel like it anyways. Typing is like a drug to me. I start going through withdraw when I don't type enough.

While my buddy Mike may be certifiably insane, he does know how to write and, at the very least, appreciates my writing. So this one goes out to you, Mike! And damn you for cheating on me with that off-color watermelon! Think of Alfonzo! ;)

Anyhoo...

My writing quality has been degrading as of late. Transitioning into a colloquial form rather than my usual, formal style of writing. So I must get a firm grasp on my Grammar Nazist mentality.

In the past, I have often expressed my passion for the literary arts; Writing, reading, and editing. I do hold firm the idea of writing being a three-fold art form. There is a beauty in not only the message of the writing but the visual representation of it as well. The way the words flow on the page as if it were a painting. And to a point, it is exactly that.

We each hold our own artistic style in our handwriting, be it chicken scratch or a cursive grace. I won't say that everyone has the ability to become a great writer. That is not true. Some people are born with it, some aren't. Yes, I do have an exceptional affinity for literature, but that does not make me a great writer. Our minds are not created equal. Do not let anyone convince you that they are. Such thoughts are, quite honestly, bullshit. That does not, by any circumstances, mean that none of us can grow to do great things. If the ability is there, then you have that chance.

A great writer is a creator of worlds. His spinning wheel weaves new fabric into our minds. His imagination is pressed against the pages of a book eagerly awaiting a willing mind to expand its bounds of understanding. A great writer is no less a god of his chosen domain. One who selflessly writes for the knowledge and enjoyment for those around him. He will force your mind to lose sense of its surroundings and, if the spark is there, you will embrace it.

There is exceptional beauty in literacy. That is the awful truth to the writing of man.

"Like the sea of emotion before a storm
A tempest awakens my spirits, crashing upon the walls of my soul. I stare out, out of my mind, through the thoughts, the dreams, to the sun.
The shining light, the new day before us. We break free of our bonds and submit to the other. But the tempest is ever pounding. Never ceasing. Always bearing down on our ever volatile minds."

Improvisational Poetry. Mike and I got a little too bored today. So the above quote is a result of 2 minutes of boredom. Currently, he is in the process of writing a series of fantasy novels, of which in my opinion I believe to be good writing. Not great, but certainly good. He holds an ingrained obsession for writing. I envy him... to a point. :)

A great writer holds the secret to our imagination with a solid understanding of it. And he will be remembered if he chooses to unlock it.