Write Crafters

Writing is art.
The first time I read an agent’s blog post describing an author’s work as their art, I really didn’t get it. What’s artsy about blabbing out a story? I’m sure its been over a year since I read that. I’ve learned a lot.

I’ve been thinking about writing as a craft. For some reason I kept some practice essays from my AP Lit class—we had 40 minutes to analyze a passage, usually a poem, and explain how the author used tone, syntax, imagery, diction, etc. to convey their attitude.
Have you ever looked back at something you did when you were younger and wonder who’s brain you had back then? I couldn’t believe I knew what I was talking about—believed LESS that I spit it out so fast.
Anyway, my awe has been renewed concering the tools of literature and its power as an artform.

I think the power of art is the power to conjure emotion. I’m not sure why we value that so much—loving things that make us feel, and wishing we could wield that power to affect others. But artists want to share something they feel.
Writing as my medium of expression stayed hidden from me for a long time. I had no idea the hours I’d spend imagining how I’d describe something meant I was a writer. I didn’t know that every time I was surging with emotion, the fact that I’d search for paper and pen to articulate it meant I was a writer.
The only thing “being a writer” means, is that it’s the way you are drawn to communicate.

Now using stories as a means of communication is a whole different sphere of write-crafting I think. One that takes quite a bit of mind bending.

So what am I doing? Am I taking this writing stuff too seriously, getting all pensive about it? I don’t know.
I’m probably just blabbing.