In the world of marketing the TFTBN Tuesday Prompt is what we call, “defining a target demographic.” It determines the tone and length of the piece. It determines the message. It even determines the words that are used or omitted.
It is “the Voice.”
If words are orchestrated masterfully enough they blend together to tell a story that has never been told. Or at least in theory they do. In reality, I have been chronically plagued by the disease of “people pleasing”.
I was so afraid of offending people or being misunderstood that my pen would screech to a halt as images of disapproving faces flashed in my mind. “They are going to know – good and well – that I am talking about them. F*@k! What do I do?”
So I would work and rework and rework a piece, changing the voice to one that was socially acceptable across many audiences. Cutting it back. Pruning it. Killing it then bringing it back to life again.
Tweaking the Voice. Fine tuning the Voice. Finessing the Voice. The Voice was taken from a BOOMING SOUND to a whisper until finally the Voice said nothing at all.
There sat my creativity, dried up and withering on the vine. I was miserable. Both to be and to be around. When I say in the TFTBN Wednesday Discussion “that stuff will kill you,” I was speaking from personal experience. Languishing between creative life and death, I decided to make a shift.
It was something I heard in church once. “For those who have ears to hear, let them hear.” That is who I am talking to and that is who I am speaking for. I write for those with whom it resonates. I write for those that “get it”. I write for the ones who feel as if I eavesdrop on their heart.
For the nerds and the geeks. For the weirdoes and the freaks. For the different, not the same. For the persistently unique.
For the “not normal”, “I’m an alien,”, “nobody gets me”, “Eff fitting in.”
For the fairy, the unicorn, the mermaid, the phoenix.
For the X-men who are called “mutant”. For Superman who steps on his own cape.
For those who speak “human” only as their second language.
For the “you’re too much…” and “you’re not enough…” of any and everything.
For the ones who think in prose. For the ones who see in HD. For the ones who hear in music. For the ones who dream in 3D.
For the ones who work to repossess their lives. For the ones who bow like the Willow tree but don’t fall down. For the ones who float like a balloon on a breeze, dragging their string on the ground.
To the faith that stands up when your feelings are on the floor. For the thing that makes you extend your hand to try just one more door. For the dreamers. For the believers. For the warrior poets with their pens.
I am speaking to hope on life support. To the don’t give up and don’t you dare give in.
I’m talking to you. I am speaking for me. I am talking to us. I am speaking for we…
Now, stop looking at this and GO WRITE SOMETHING!
Ciao for now,
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