Sunday, May 10, 2015

Bolts and Blots

Bolts and Blots

Oil and dirt
cool steel in my hand
My wrench is heavy
solid
the power to
create
repair
dismantle

Ink and graphite
cool steel in my hand
My pen is light
smooth
the power to
create
augment
unmake


Which is greater?


The wonder and joy of creation is… simply put, the most profound feeling I've ever experienced.  It is the love of God, of a parent for a child.  Building and basic repair may not be comparable to having children, but writing…  For me, writing a book is like having a child.  The physical process of writing is pregnancy and childbirth, complete with pain, horrifying moments where it seems the labor will never end, and joy in the completed progress.  By this logic, I have had many miscarriages, but every new story is another chance, another life growing in my word-processor womb.
It is a simple, pleasant joy, though rife with frustration and heartache.  Is that not parenthood?

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"I'm thankful to be a writer because I've gone from someone who looks at mountains to someone who can move them."—Anthony Timperman
—L

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