Wednesday 8 January 2014

The Writer

During my holiday in the Eastern Cape I decided to put down my title of desperate writer (a feeling I've been experiencing recently with my MA dissertation) and allow myself to find a fresh perspective on writing.  I am eager to engage in the beautiful feelings of spoken word poetry and the other forms that creative writing bring, but also have to get on to completing the theoretical component of my dissertation. 

I was fortunate enough to find a book titled Research Writing (2007) by Cecile Badenhorst and it has surpassed my expectations of pretentious academic discourse to open up myself as the reader to a world of possibilities in writing.  In my creative writing I often experience bursts of energy and confidence, much like having a dream waking up and quickly writing down all the details before they disappear.  Academic writing however demands more consistency and the ability to conceptualise something worth the academic community's time.  I hit page 11 of the book and had to rethink my approach to engaging with and writing my dissertation.  Lets just say I am now writing on coloured paper with funky gel coloured pens.  Never has a book gotten me more excited about the power of a purple pen! I'm on an amazing journey as a writer, meeting myself, challenging where I stand with my research and changing my perspective on how enjoyable my research could actually be.  I've completed a number of exercises in the book and the first one I did asked me to consider what kind of a writer I believe myself to be.  Below is the paragraph I wrote describing me as a writer:




THE WRITER
I appear to be quiet, contemplative and deeply thoughtful on the outside and have a million screaming ideas on the inside.  I have bouts, or what I will playfully refer to as 'flouts' (for their random nature) of happiness, grand ideas and images that play in my mind.  I then experience doubt, a scrambling in thoughts and then a flatness in energy and creativity.  I regard myself as an all kinds of writer.  Struggling, uninterested and unmotivated.  But among all those crushing words there lies some determination and potential joy.  I'm a desperate writer, but when I can enter the same state I experience in my dreams the anxiety becomes a thought I don't remember.  I'd like to meet myself in my writing rather than just letting the pen dance on paper.  Let me write what I like.