I often hear others refer to writing as a “Journey.” They will say it in much the same way as they refer to distance running or substance abuse recovery. I, personally, don’t connect with that sentiment. Not for writing and not for running.
To me, the word “journey” feels wrong. The word falls flat – much like a character in a story that should be round but ends up flat. To me, the word “journey,” carries thoughts of epic Frodo-esque adventures, full of excitement and the comradery of others. It’s a battle between good and evil, right and wrong full of brave soldiers with kingdoms wrapped in glory.
Whatever writing is, it isn’t that; or at least it isn’t for me. Writing, to me, feels more like fumbling around in the dark, searching for a light switch that may or may not exist. It is a lonely process, especially at first. It sometimes feels like being trapped in a cage of one’s own making. No latch. No light. Nowhere to turn.
I think this is a common experience for writers as a whole. And while I am no authority on the subject, I think it may be helpful to share how I am starting to find my way – just how my eyes are adjusting to the dark. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in no way near the blessed light. Honestly, I’m not sure if there is an end to this tunnel.
But I think that’s what makes me a writer. I choose to go down the writing tunnel, despite the uncertainty, despite the darkness. Because, as a writer, I find it impossible to leave this specific tunnel unexplored. So, throughout the next few installments, into the darkness we will go.