Writing Angry Doesn’t Actually Work For Me Anymore

Truth Be Told Writing Angry Never Really Worked For Me

At this point who said it first and when they said it is immaterial. The point is, what I just learned about myself and how I learned it.

It’s a good thing my stories don’t come with webcam enabled as I write because all my writing brothers and sisters and my readers would see me with globs of gooey egg on my face.

And then a conversation with my darling wife and feedback from you writing friends of mine managed to hold a mirror up and force me to take a hard look at myself.

What I saw was, in most cases, my rants (according to my honey, there have been a ton of them) weren’t done to expose the longtime suffering of the downtrodden and the innocent. Not even close. My rants were all about me and how angry I was about things happening to me.

I never viewed my work that way, from that perspective. Until I received some comments from fellow writers and my wife.

I’ve never really looked at this before but I now understand something I should have known all the while. The thing is, especially for one who’s attempting to maintain a daily online presence as I am, a writer exposes him/her self to their reading audience.

Something a reader can certainly do without.

Writing angry all the time will do nothing for a writer except burn away all the other emotions a writer needs to experience and write about. It will mask hope, suffocate inspiration and desire, thwart appreciation for beautiful things such as nature and art.

I honestly believe at that very moment she was embarrassed for me.

Based on her reaction, I made the decision to hold off on publishing it. In fact, I may never post it.

But by virtue of my Human condition, sometimes I slip.

A lot of times I fall.

There will come a time when I will probably rage again, a time when I may rant. And surely there will come times when I must reel myself back and douse the flame of anger so I can write beautiful things again.

But I will learn because I have learned, and I can learn again.

Even at this age, I’m still learning things about myself through my writing. I humbly submit I have many more words to write and just as many lessons to learn before I’m finished.

Thanks for Listening

P.G.

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A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

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