Writing is its own reward. Its devotees experience the loneliness and solitude that go with writing. Sometimes it is important to start with realistic expectations, for, in the words of Alfred Whitehead, ‘A man really writes for an audience of about ten persons. Of course if others like it, that is clear gain. But if those ten are satisfied, he is content’.
Many ignorant folk may dismiss writing summarily as a dog’s life. If writing is a dog’s life, it is the only life worth living.
Yes, writing is a solitary occupation – one in which even family, friends and society are the natural enemies of the writer. ‘He must be alone, uninterrupted and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking’ (I. Powell)’
Our young writers in the album are to be commended; for it is they who have demonstrated the fortitude to bare their soul as would a sensitive person plunging naked into tropical waters where sharks abound. Yet it is they who achieve the euphoric satisfaction when the creations are complete.
Few people will experience the sense of satisfaction that engulfs our young writers for in the words of Ann Lindberg, ‘What release to write so that on forgets oneself, forgets one’s companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next – to be drenched in work as one is drenched in sleep or in the sea …’
Our many contributors have exhibited these qualities to varying degrees, they have pressed on undaunted and unrelenting in pursuit of their craft, forging their own individualistic style. In the words of C.J. Dennis ‘I dips me lid to you’.
Never ever become blase about your gift and continue to exercise your talent to further enhance the natural skills with which you have been blessed.