My beautiful friends Bek, Janine and Kate all have a beautifully poetic, almost magical element to their writing style. Their writing holds me spellbound and makes me feel calm and serene. I would really like to be able to write in that style.
But no matter how hard I try I cannot sustain this type of prose.
I don't know why. Maybe I get bored with it. Maybe I'm just too blunt. Maybe I don't find it "real". I'm not talking about their writing not being real, I mean when I write stuff like that it doesn't seem to come from a real place within me.
My style seems to be snappy. Opinionated. Brash. Which I guess I am, but I do feel that I have a sensitive side that doesn't always get reflected in my writing.
I also seem to lose my train of thought and get sidetracked. I suppose that's just how my brain works.
Anyway. That's my pondering for the day.
What's on your mind?
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* I never thought I'd see the day I'd use a Craig David reference in my blog. That's almost as shameful as my Tommy Lee confession.
1 comment:
Grass is always greener. I understand Roald Dahl and Ian Fleming were envious of each other's style.
There's room for all sorts, I reckon.
If everyone wrote like Bek et al, then the world would be a duller place. :-)
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