You don’t use your imagination.
It uses you. –Wendy Videlock.
I don’t believe that people
choose to be writers: the words choose the people; and they choose pretty
carefully. –David Lee.
Hopefully, one doesn’t have to have
been writing long before they encounter the sense that something separate from
themselves is driving things. Some folks talk about receiving inspiration,
being taken by an idea that won’t let go until it’s made manifest, of being
called to their writing. If they’re called, then who’s the caller?
Allow me a moment to acknowledge
that not every writer
feels the presence of some outside entity joining them in the studio; and
there’s much to be said against laying too much responsibility and
accountability in the hands of anyone other than ourselves. But I’ve noticed
that even the seemingly most atheistic and philosophically materialistic of
writers will, at least off the record, admit to times when it feels more like
they’re dictating or transcribing, rather than writing. There does, indeed,
seem to be a willing (willful) partner in the game.
There’s a creative-centric bon mot,
“When the muse calls, don’t send it to voice-mail.” Thus, I must pick one
particular nit with what Lee says: The world is riddled with those who have chosen
to ignore, turn away from, where they’re called to go; we do exercise some
choice in the matter.
Likewise, as I said earlier, we
still have responsibility to and accountability for the work we’re called to
do. As Twyla Tharp noted in, The Creative Habit, “…but whether or not God has kissed your brow, you still have to
work.” Being called requires an answering, and a taking of action.
When someone displays a particular
talent that distinguishes them, we’ll say they have been gifted with
writing/drawing/singing/whatever; or we’ll say they have a gift for whatever,
or are a gifted ________. This gift stuff isn’t isolated, isn’t unidirectional.
Our talent is a gift we receive, and one we’re obligated to share.
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