I have persuaded another great writer, who’s work I recently discovered, to pen a guest post for the #Food4ThoughtFriday meme – this week the prompt is Face Value and the fascinating Vlad Lioncourt shares his thoughts on it.
My take on “face value” might be a bit peculiar (how odd of me, right!?). Rather than reflect on a person or situation, I ended up thinking on the face value of an assumption. In my case, it was the value of the act of writing itself.
Growing up, we all read about the struggles faced by the great writers; the pressures to write and write something beautiful, the challenges of getting through writer’s block and reaching the end. Long periods of frustration, and if it was their sole means of employment, living in near poverty. So few were successful. It sounded so dreary that it held no appeal to me. The face value of writing was a dull and grey existence. Why would anyone do such, by choice?
In 2012, circumstances in my life convinced my wife that writing would be a cathartic exercise for me; a perfect sidecar to the therapy I was undergoing at the time. I fought the idea tooth and nail. I didn’t see how it could, but such was my state of mind at the time, and my perspective on writing. Finally winning me over, I wrote my autobiography for her; I spilled my guts into those pages, and bared my soul.
While she obviously knew much of it, there were parts she knew of in only a superficial sense, especially when dealing with where my head was at during various episodes of my life. The dark thoughts and hopeless pit I have fought my way out of twice. Unspoken things. I wrote ferociously for a week; even losing sleep to do so, but at the end of the day, the release I got from pouring all I had into those pages was every bit as helpful as my therapy. Perhaps more so. And that continues to this very day.
I know this piece has more to do with assumption than face value, but I do have a peculiar way of looking at things. It makes for great conversation.
To anyone out there that has thought about writing, just do it. Not for others, but for yourself. If one other person reads it and enjoys it, and wants to chat with you about it, you have won.
If you have not stumbled on my charming friend Vlad already, locate him on Twitter @Vlad_Lioncourt and check out his fiction which is available from Amazon :