What is your definition of bravery?
How do you define the word bravery? Is it the ability to be fearless in the pursuit of honing your writing skills, or does it go deeper than that? Do you have the courage to write your dreams out and sufficient fortitude to show those words to another person? To risk the very real possibility that those treasured words might not be felt as deeply or even understood correctly by another? Maybe that’s just me.
Writing for the enjoyment of myself rather than for an audience requires no real bravery on my part. Nada. Inspiration in writing is forever springing forth grabbing me by the neck and demanding I take note.
It’s safe and it’s comfortable and it’s one of my most solitary and private of pleasures. Oh but to have to show that same safe and fun writing effort off to an audience, now that’s when things get hairy.
On the occasion I do open myself up, invite in the opinions and thoughts of others, the mental image of my having to stand naked out in public always seems to surface within my mind.
It’s not a great mental pic and it all goes downhill from that point.
The idea of having each and every one of my flaws, be they physical or written, on public display for all of the world to view is daunting to say the least. Because that image is unfailingly accompanied by the evil twins. Those are the two thoughts that start the stressing out wheels to turn.
“What if they hate it?” and “What if they laugh?”
And if I do manage to banish them, I still have to the evil stepmother and ruler over activities requiring courage on my part and is obligated to drain the courage out to deal with.
She owns the patent to “What if I’m just not good enough to make the cut?” and the one who does the most damage, that witch.
To me, bravery is…
My bravery comes in the form of my willingness to pry open a window and allow others to glimpse a piece of my soul for a short period while hoping I’ll emerge from the experience relatively unscathed.
I’ve done this more lately than I ever thought possible from within my world of odd, being ADHD, being different, and not like the rest of the crowd. I’ve done it yes, but haven’t experienced it without suffering a flesh wound of some sort or another. I still count it as a small victory-for me.
Bravery isn’t giving up despite the opposition even when you get discouraged.
I tend to do what pleases me until it doesn’t. I feel life is way too short to do otherwise. And that applies to everything but writing. Writing pleases me in ways I can’t explain. It also drives me nuts and it makes me think serious thoughts about chucking the laptop through the nearest window on more days than not, but I haven’t quit.
It must be true love. Because I’m going to get what’s inside my head out and on to the page if it’s the last thing I do.
When the words on the screen mean something, define something, recall an experience or writing the tale that woke me and made me get out of bed at 3am.
The one begging to be told is so important to me that I ask for others to critique it, hoping that others can find the same intrinsic value in the piece as I do, yeah that’s bravery.
What is your definition of bravery in writing?