Don’t Tell Me What Writing Feels Like

To all those dreamers and romanticisers — we are who we are.

Photo by Rhett Wesley on Unsplash

Don’t tell me what I feel — that it’s not some call in my blood, but just another human folly.

Don’t tell me to ignore the allure, the pull, this artistry that calls to me, somewhere deeper than it seems you’re able to see.

Don’t tell me it’s just another job — albeit a nice one to have.

Would I fight my way through the darkness for ‘just a job’? Would I pull myself through the sludge that threatens to engulf me, sentence by sentence, clawed out with fingertips, if this wasn’t something vital?

So don’t tell me what I feel, when I put pen to page or pixels to screen. You couldn’t possibly know.

Don’t tell me what I feel — I am who I am. You are who you are.

We’ll write our own way.

Quick disclaimer:

If writing is ‘just a job’ to you, then you do you, and I genuinely hope you enjoy yourselves doing it! :)

Prompt from the rabble-rousing Ravyne Hawke:

Conceptual theme — Beauty
Twosome — Allure and Artistry