Wednesday, January 16, 2013

On Passionate Writing

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. 

One tears it from his guts. 
The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket
~Charles Peguy

 
What causes two writers using the same words to create two very different pieces of work? What makes the one vibrate with life and the other dull and simple as a sheet of cardboard?
 
Is it education?
Genetics?
Experience?
 
Is it lifelong wisdom?
A gift from God?
Fate?
An accident?

Which is better? An agonizing and stormy empathy with the words being written or a quieter confident approach? Which makes the genius and which the mediocre?

Thoughts?

Blessings
 
 

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