We Write What We Know — And What do We Know More Than Ourselves?

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”

~Henry Ward Beecher

Consciously or unconsciously, I think as writers we often write ourselves into stories.  That doesn’t mean that every character is exactly like us — that would make for boring stories.  But each character, each place, each thought, can be just another facet of our own character.

We often (or should I say I often) write our own fears, hopes, dreams and pain into stories.  More than once my MC has showed qualities very much my own.  Going back to my early story writing days, I have read through those hand scrawled pages and found evidences of my teenage rebellion, my pain, my longing for love and so on.

I recently began work again on the fantasy novel I have attempted to write for five years.  This time instead of the rebellious MC who feels trapped, I wrote a shy, sad girl who only wants to be loved.  That is the girl I grew into, and the girl I grew out of when I met my husband and found love and happiness.  Had I ever finished the novel, Shivesa (my shy, awkward MC) would have grown into a strong woman with a solid relationship and hope for the future.

Sometimes I have purposely infused things from my life into my stories.  The scar under Redoure’s right eye resembles and is based upon a similar scar under my husband’s right eye.  In an older story, a hotel room number echoed the screen name of one of my friends.  The list goes on and on.

Essentially what I am saying is that Henry Ward Beecher was right.  As writers, we write ourselves into stories — in large ways or in small ways, subtle or obvious.  And I think God did the same when He created us.  He made so many different kinds of people to reflect the whole picture of who He is.  When man sinned, however, he tainted that image.  So in essence, humanity is one massive mirror that one reflected perfectly the image of God.  When Adam and Eve sinned — that mirror shattered.  We’re all just glinting shards in the mud now.  But one day God will bring us back together.

I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get into a bit of a spiritual detour.  Just my thoughts.  But it’s my blog, so I suppose a small degree of rambling is allowed. 😉

Nai cuilelya nauva mára!

(Live Well)



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