A while back I wrote a piece called Experimental Writing. I have taken that post down with about a hundred others, but the point of the piece was that everything we write and put out here for the world to see is a bit of an experiment.
We learn through trial and error what works and what doesn’t. What people like to read, and how they like to read it.
And while my background has me well trained in technical writing, and formalized legal writing, my academic training did little for teaching me what I think is truly important – the art of storytelling. That’s one of those things I’ve been learning on my own.
The feedback from the WP community is great.
So yesterday I attempted to write what was supposed to be part two of a short series I started playing with about current societal gender roles and the concept of being “conscious” in those roles. And because of my fascination with word usage and origin, I was poking a little fun at the evolution of the slang word “woke.”
To tackle the controversy surrounding this single-syllable, yes, believe it or not there are folks fighting over ownership rights to a slang word, I had to discuss the concept of “cultural appropriation.” Something that I think has become a bit distorted. Grossly distorted, in fact.
What I ended up with looked a little bit like a cross between editorializing and a legal brief, and I’m not sure anyone would have gotten the type of humor I tried to infuse it with, as I respectfully called Bullshit on it all. 😊
It was a lump of coal. And as a dear heart once told me, intelligence only goes so far.
She’s right of course.
Realizing that this was probably not my only failure at composing, I thought I should take a moment to thank all my followers out here in WP land. I greatly appreciate your visits, you trying to digest the meanderings through my mind, and your insightful comments.
You give me courage. You give me strength. You give me the will to get back on the horse and throw something out there for the world to see. Accepting the risk of whether it will fly or falter.
So, thank you all for being here, and please come visit again. You help me to grow as a writer, and I’m eternally grateful for that.
Photo: Back in the saddle, somewhere in time and space.