All authors are professional writers or have been blogging for years, and I'm neither, but have this blog for a reason. The exercise is just a short assignment: write a few paragraphs on how you wish you could write. Mine is down below.
Doing it yourself is a lot more fun than reading other people's, so I invite you to do it too. :)
I wish I could write sarcastic. Like some of my favorites, Vonnegut, C. F. Abreu, delicate, but cynical. I wish I could make my reader think about how useless all of this is, all of existence, all that we create and surrounds us; how pointless everything is, yet how unavoidable. I wish I could convey a sense of destiny. Not a mystical destiny, controlled by puppet master gods, but the uncouth fate that we humans carry, of being hungry skittish animals who learned to elaborate our instincts just well enough to think we're in control. I wish I could express it with words that didn't sound like self hate, or humankind-hate. Because I love being human, even when I hate it.
But above all, I want to write easy. My years of study convinced me there is enough nitpicking, enough especulating, enough fancy words just to look smart out there. My travels changed nothing of the countryside girl I am. What captivates me is the practical, the mudane, the daily. I want to write the essential, because it is the essential that I appreciate.
I want it easy also because I'm lazy. The conscience that I will need constant, longevous practice just to assert myself as a mediocre writer wearies me. I wish I could simply spit out the perfect words, without the effort of reflecting, without losing momentum, above my crippling shyness and self-doubt. I wish writing was at least not painful, and the knowledge that someone might be reading, at least not panic inducing. I see myself giving up, a bit at a time, everyday. I'm just beginning.
Feedback is appreciated, grammar corrections included (just be nice please).
Thanks for reading!
All the best,
Mariana
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