on writing.
on writing.
writing is one of the most efficient, creative, artistic methods of self-expression at our disposal. language is an intricate tool that can be bent and molded to the writer’s will with far greater power and flexibility than a painter’s paint, or a musician’s music. don’t discard these mediums, for they can evoke emotion and reflection; color on a canvas can be vibrant, demanding attention – just like music from a piano can be mellow and calming. what these mediums cannot achieve, something that writing can, is the delicate balance between obvious and subtle expression, one meaning masked by another masked by another.
writing has the ability to obfuscate a subtle message with clever wordplay and diverse sentence structure, and then bring it all together with stylistic consistency and accomplished storytelling. even then, the “theme” or “motif” of a story can be unclear, just at the tip of your fingertips, but always just out of reach.
writing is the best way for us to exercise our imaginations. we are limited only by our understanding of language and syntax – beyond that, nothing can bind our creativity. consider some of the countless examples of distinct stories that have remained influential into the 21st century and will most likely be considered timeless pieces as society carries on. not only are some of the classics masterful examples of storytelling and authorship, they stand out as some of the most efficient metaphors and worldviews ever printed on paper.
dracula was written in the late 19th century and is often considered a cornerstone to victorian era writing - rampant with censorship and social conformity. writing about sex in the latter half of the 1800s in england was considered particularly taboo and sexual morality was immeasurably strict. dracula has since been considered markedly revealing in the nature of victorian morality, a wonderfully imagined metaphor for aristocratic sexual standards imposed on women. it was a social certainty that a woman was to be either a virgin or a wife and mother – anything in between was labeled a whore. writing explicitly about such matters was not an option at the time, so it should serve as no surprise that the fantasy of a handsome, aristocratic man invading a (virgin) woman’s bedroom to penetrate (bite) her skin and steal the very essence of her life and soul (as blood) is what bram stoker came up with. the novel expounds upon this theme of sexuality and purity in many ways without directly addressing sexuality and purity. the creativity is genius.
this what i allude to when i mention that writing can explore a theme or emotion or mood in many ways that visual or auditory art never can. a painting has trouble teasing it’s viewers – there are not layers of meaning hidden beneath layers of meaning. symbolism is obviously available for an artist to use to express something else, but the symbol’s meaning can only be implied as much as the visual cues have room and context to imply them. music can rely on language to help aid expression and understanding context, but verse is only so thorough an art form.
so why do i write? i’m not particularly adept at fiction, so i much prefer to explore the factual attribute of writing as an art form. writing has the unique ability to both layer a motif behind words, lines, and chapters filled with symbols, illusions, and metaphor, and be brutally honest with thorough description and factual reporting. a novel uses this honest side of writing to link a creative fantasy world to the real world, to make characters as human as possible and immerse readers to elicit an emotional response. i use the honest side of writing to express my views on a particular issue, to analyze, however amateur, people and situations and how we all interact with what’s around us.
instead of a theme i’ll have a particular opinion, one that assesses the situation at hand and uses facts to pepper my writing as an attempt to be part persuasive, part informative, and part exploratory in my craft. this is why i love writing. despite what i know about fiction and non-fiction, what i’ve read and who i’ve read, i know that the medium can be so diverse that writing and language can be imagined, twisted and bent to will, creative, and expressive in whatever way i see fit. hopefully i can do this without confusing others, inspiring them to write whatever they please, however they please, so long as they’re sure about their craft themselves.
writing is a tricky thing, but in the right hands, the written word can be a masterful expression of the individual writing it.

