Tattooed dancer
I see many young people trying to learn “how to write” by correspondence on the Internet but they should understand that no such thing will force them to become real writers. The profies. No matter how many words they produce daily. Writers are born. Like JK Rowling, Harry Poter’s “mother”.
Why do so many want to become a writer? We will save years of our own life for decent and meaningful living if we start with a modest mind that “we are ordinary persons just like others”. Not very talented and not very dumb. As we can’t escape being ourselves anyway. Its not enough to dream ourselves into living. One way or another we have to live in real world, to cope with our actual problems. Hit the nails into coffins of our loved ones and cry when we punch our finger instead of the nail. It hurts.
Behind every move to become a writer I think there’s a wish to please our ego. And strangely It is tacitly supported by parents and families.
A friend of mine, a poet, told, he was invited to act as a commission member to pick up the best verses among hundreds at the national school children poetry contest. And he did It. Some children were praised for writing “good verses” or whatever they named that enterprise.
“You just started to ruin their lives from the very childhood”, – I put It as a joke to him, – “luring them into false ego importance trap they have no chances to avoid”.
Strangely that we do protect children from pornography, explicit violence, drugs, but such malicious falsities as pompous inflation of child’s ego with promises of future fame and celebrity status are treated as highly beneficial and benevolent adult behaviour. Nevertheless sustaining dreams of an average child to become a talented writer will inevitably ruin his life depriving him from taking up some less ambitious profession, say, accountancy or engineering.
The same is with adult unwise educational remarks about child’s “nice drawing”, “gracious dancing” or “divine singing”.
Does Darwinian “the fittest survives” theory should be applied to arts as well? But who is the fittest in art? Many really talented people are so vulnerable. Later in life they are simply overwhelmed by those “divine singers” and professionally internet boosted minuet writers. Such a tough world beyond writing.
