tokens: a wordplay between writer and her words

Dear Beautiful Humans,

This week I received another rejection letter from a revered and highly read publication, affirming again myself a rejected writer. Uh-hem, I must add rejected but NOT  DEJECTED. 🙂

I submitted a few writings this year that I’ve yet to share with you. Publications that accept unsolicited submissions typically won’t publish a piece that has appeared previously including blogs, unless of course you are … well, “published”.

Upon contemplation of my reasoning it seems this delayed sharing may be a waste of time. I mean … afterall YOU ARE THE REASON I write in the bloomin’ first place! I am not writing for acceptance, accolades, awards or approval: I write because I love people, namely YOU–dear souls who read my blog! Thank you for reading what I offer here. You are my reason. As I shared with my dear Elder, beloved friend and creative makerheart, Kate Stockman, I don’t necessarily write to be seen, but for the possibility that others may see themselves in my writing.

Tonight I offer a piece I submitted last winter. For this submission I wrote a third-person bio for myself as a “writer” which I find rather amusing to re-read. The essay or wordplay offers a glimpse of a battle in my mind about the intentional act of writing and using words to connect with people.

I hope you enJOY. I’d love to know what you think or feel.

Tokens
(WordPlay between Writer and her Words)

WRITER: Words. Words. Words. How when I cherish, collect, cultivate and revise thee, do you fail me?

How is it that when my heart floods with love for humanity and we begin our collaborative dance… Words, I choose you with intention—on my guard, on my honor—and yet you Words, hurt people!

WORDS: Oh you, you of too many of me. You little torch carrier. You aspirational human lighthouse. You do not understand me: You do not understand my spectrum of meanings.

You with your dictionary, your thesaurus, and your great Google Oracle! You think you have command of me, but you forget and neglect my potency when received by hearts not your own.

You believe your own limited interpretation and experience of me allows you to manipulate and fool your readers into becoming one with you, through me!

You cannot depend on me alone. I offer only pointers to your being of this world. I do not offer our readers the actual experience. Words are tokens.

Try as you may to edit, massage, rework, manipulate me, you can never truly bring someone completely into you. It is the problem—your human dilemma—this separateness of body, mind, spirit reality.

You are stuck.

Try as you may, sometimes you might get close to such connection—yet still you are not they, she or he. You are only thee—just a writer—separate and less than equal to those who read us.

WRITER: Have you quite finished? Have run out of yourself to say?

I heard you. I hear you. I hate you! And yet still, I fight for every single one of you. You, Words that fly through my being, through my heart, my hands and now through my fingertips.

With you I fight the separation. I fight to denounce human disconnection!

You are—my dear Words—paradoxically friend and foe; miraculously my greatest tool, my art supplies, my word paints, my linguistic box of matchsticks.

You + Me = Fire.

Together we can build fire to draw similar hearts closer to us, bridging the spacial divide.

We can write forth blazing, burning wordfires to replace chills in human bones with meaning and majesty.

Together we thwart these splinters of separation with a… an… uh…  INSERT WORD of hope.

 

Becky J. Suzik creates, mothers, and chases serial commas in Raleigh, North Carolina and online at beckyjaine.com. With hat-tips to an illness, she was awarded a complete career change in 2007 from marketing to creativity activism. She loves writing everything and aspires to one day write a profile that includes awards and books published –mentionables of her own.

 

❤ bjs

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love something into existence

Dear Ones,

I have held a seed of a story a secret in my heart for some two years now. I created a few heART-ful images two years ago, that I made into cards and necklaces. Today I colorized a drawing that had remained a black outlined coloring page for all this time.

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For the past 10 days I carried this teeny little book I am attempting to fill with words, beauty, love, humor and whimsy– aspiring to become a bigger book– a gift for my 7-year-old Sonshine. It’s a little story about a special little bird.

Earlier this year I told a group of 1st graders about the story’s main character–Joybird. I told them how our imaginations can make so many things, including books. The children are now 2nd graders, and they continue to remind and ask me if Joybird ready for them yet? (I feel more pressure and anxiety about this than if I was on deadline for a publisher!) Gulp. What did I do?!

Joybird needs to fly, and I’ve run out energy to believe in my excuses.

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And now double gulp, I am sharing my position with YOU right now, in an effort to support and encourage YOU and that special secret something in YOU that also needs to fly. What is it? Do tell!

I read a lot of books about creativity. Most recently I re-read Lewis Hyde’s classic The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World.  I came across this gem, that I want to share with you, in case it can inspire YOU to begin making, writing, illustrating or painting that special something YOU want to love into existence, something that perhaps YOU have carried for a long while.

“An essential portion of any artist’s labor is not creation so much as invocation. Part of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that “begging bowl” to which the gift is drawn.”  ~ Lewis Hyde

Yes, dearhearts…. it is time for us to SHINE and take a little time to indulge and express our creativity, and open up our begging bowl to invoke the creative muse to arrive before us. Risk ourselves. And let’s finally do it!

I’m here for you. If you want to bounce ideas off me, phone or skype with me, whatever it is, let’s support each other on a new creative adventure. email me.

I have a lot of gremlins: Voices in my head striving to convince me of my illustrative inadequacies. I don’t want to believe them. It doesn’t matter if my gremlins don’t love what is about to happen. It only matters to trust myself, and allow the space and time to love this gift and let it come into being! A gift for my son. (If he likes it, maybe I’ll share with his school friends too. If he doesn’t, at the very least I will have spent time ignoring and renouncing my gremlins, and loosening their grip on me perhaps freeing me up for yet another new creative venture?!) Roar!

honoring YOUR de-gremlinizer superpowers, together let’s do this!
my love,
❤ becky

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