…I wrote one final, and tomorrow another, and in between I will write nothing of merit (sure, I think I get the meaning of the word now, sigh). By merit I mean writing something real to me (probably a poem), not factual, or non-fictional, but imaginative. Something from the dark cave of my released mind, (maybe cave art?). An escape from the primordial pain of the fingers (I’m faster typing on a keyboard anyway), a release from the spasmodic jag of writing cramps, both mentally and physically (which is happening right now). Although, I must confess, I’ll not be writing something of grace. (Because I’m passionate, dammit, not graceful (those who know me well understand the ungraceful part all too well)).
Doesn’t matter if it has merit or not, Tracy. In the words of Katherine Mansfield, “But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.” Auden had something even better to say: something about how important it is for writers not to be afraid to write badly because if they are, they’ll never write anything good. Unfortunately, I can’t find the quote. Never mind; it’s the idea that’s important.
Just write it anyway. You can always press ‘Delete’, or burn it if you think it has no merit; no grace. But I bet you don’t. I’m just happy to have written anything. (Hey! I just have!)
Thank you for the inspiration Pete! I believe you’re right. I’m going to take your advice, and Mansfield’s and Auden’s, for that matter, and “write it anyway”.
(I don’t imagine I’ll press delete either. Where would the fun be in writing then?)