Writer’s are funny. I am Tom Sawyer. (And other such stuff.)
A hungry African lion came across two men. One was sitting under a tree and reading a book; the other was typing away on his typewriter. The lion pounced on the man reading the book and devoured him. Even the king of the jungle knows that readers digest and writers cramp.
There are hundreds of reasons why writers are funny. We know big words like “catastrophic” or “transubstantiation.” And an equal amount of times, we make up words, like “catastrophiation.” (For example: Anything written by Ogden Nash.) We get our own weird, personalized issues, like “writer’s cramp” or “writer’s block.” I could build a writer’s home with all my writer’s blocks. In fact, that’s the plan, eventually.
But the most humorous of our habits, in my opinion, is the most important as well:
Writer’s mimic, perhaps subconsciously, their Creator.
The job of the writer is to force, from the proverbial nothing, something, and to do it in such a way that others look on and say, “It is good.” Speaking is breathing. What is a writer made from? Dust, the breath of God, and a desire to breathe like God. Writing is a holy ambition.
On a different, less pensive note, there is an announcement to be made. I am going to be playing Tom Sawyer in Stages Theatre Company’s upcoming world premiere – The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I am looking forward to this play more than any other I’ve been in. Like a Robert Downey Jr. fan looks forward to the next Sherlock Holmes movie. This is ridiculously exciting for me. :-D
Also, I have several fantastic posts planned for the weeks ahead. So… stay tuned. That is all, until the next…