For a while now, I have wanted to write, be a writer, express myself through the written word, etc. However, nothing I've written, aside from class assignments, can really be classified as a certain kind of genre. A couple of years ago, I began writing a book about my first experience "in love". I've yet to finish it because it's not conclusive. I've yet to pinpoint the resolution of the whole dastardly, heart-breaking experience. It's not "tidy" in the telling and it's too humiliating to put the thorough truth down on paper. The intended honesty reeks of pious bitterness rather than vulnerability. I admit, I was waiting for my feelings to settle on the whole matter to be able to wrap up the whole affair in a tidy little package as a life lesson of use to others.
The same is true of other things I have attempted to write. I begin, but then get bogged down in trying to conform my writings to a form others would find familiar. This never rings true of myself, but like so many other areas of my life, I didn't know I had the choice or option to differ from the norm.
Then, I picked up Adrian Plass's book "Jesus: Safe, Tender, Extreme" and read the quote above which broke away the imaginary shackles to which I clung.
Adrian Plass has been a favorite since I read the line "take your sword and battle through the thicket of the things I have become" in his poem Creed from the album City of Gold.
Today, I have a new determination to be more fearless in my writing, to be genuine no matter how messy. Like Mr. Plass, I have "no interest in writing one of those unremittingly positive treatises that fails to deal with life as it is actually lived."
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