“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
I’m noticing more and more silver strands highlighting my dark hair. They’re becoming a part of who I am just as much as the faint lines that now map my forehead and the corners of my eyes.
Just as much as the words that I bleed here.
My intention with PrudyChick.com is to always write the truth of my life. To not hide behind a veil. That isn’t to say there aren’t things I don’t share with you here. There are things in each of our lives that aren’t meant for public consumption.
I’ve struggle sometimes because my writing over the last year hasn’t been necessarily light. But my life over the last year hasn’t necessarily been light. It has been heavy with re-learning to stand and re-learning to hope and re-learning to trust God. And I want to share this fight with you because I know we all at one time fight this fight.
In my Story 101 course, we’re focusing this week on writing the hard thing. I’ve struggled the last couple days with what I need to write because I’ve tried so hard to be as transparent as I can be not only with you but myself. The handful of things that have crossed my mind I usually quickly dismiss because they don’t feel as hard as what I know some of my other course-mates have dealt and are dealing with.
I struggle to accept the validity of my hard things because there are others that are so much worse. But that doesn’t strip away the validity of mine. Mine are hard things for me, just as yours are hard things for you.
Whether you have a blog that you share with the world, or write out your hard things in a journal that may one day be read by your great grand children, or you paint them out in an art journal do the one thing you can. Simply bleed. Pour your heart out. Share the things you need to for public consumption. Those that aren’t write out in allegorical prose or a shorthand known only to you.
These things make you who you are. They have formed the DNA of your soul.