I was tagged by Tony Noland in his meme and not wanting to disappoint, here’s my answer – what writing means to me.
Writing is escapism. When you’re a kid, you feel like you can do or be anything. That’s not your back yard – it’s the battleground for the final showdown between your band of rebels and the evil intergalactic alliance. You wait every day by the letterbox, hoping today will be the day your letter from Hogwarts arrives. You play with your mother’s rings, hoping to find the one that will transport you to another dimension. And then…you grow up.
Real life and all its mundane (and often painful) concerns rear their ugly heads, and soon you’re battling a hydra of gargantuan proportions. Lop the head off one worry and two more will spring up in its place. If you’re a writer, though, you don’t have to grow up – and battling that Hydra becomes easier because you have the imagination to fight it. Your horrible boss, whose attempts at motivating the work force succeed only in pushing people over the edge, becomes a hideous demon, and only you can defeat him (or her) by leaving Post-It notes covered with anonymous doodles all over the office. You only have £10 for food and can’t decide what to buy so you spend your time dawdling in the fresh produce aisle, inventing weird and wonderful new fruits and vegetables from your very own country. Your soul destroying commute becomes the mad dash through the minotaur’s labyrinth.
Sure, it’s all just make believe, and none of it’s real, but you know what? It doesn’t matter. When I write, I can make things up to my heart’s content, rewriting the laws of the universe to suit my own perverse imaginings. I don’t have to worry about whether or not I paid my credit card bill, or worry about how my day at work is going to go, if I’m knee deep in a story about a dashing Cavalier, or exploring the streets of Vertigo City with Commander Liss Hunt. For a short time, I’m absent from the world and its concerns.
Writing is escapism, and escapism is good for the soul.
I’m going to tag;
This is great, Icy. There’s such a pure joy in flying off into the unknown, in a world of your own creation. Awesome!
I love it. I was on my way home when I read this and the tube train suddenly became part of the minotaur’s labyrinth. Thank you for that!
And for the tag. 🙂
Thank gawd for sticky notes.
And your writing.
I cannot write for anything. I am just totally rubbish and so have to hide it from the world, or just express myself in a knitwear design. I am totally envious of people that can write on a regular basis and get that sort of escape from the World….I am a reader, not a writer though.
I really liked this post Icy. I think it sums your writing up perfectly from what I’ve read of your stuff.