Be Open

Once More The Imposter

It was starting to feel so real!

My Dear G —

You were so close! Yet so far away.

For a moment, you considered yourself a real writer — eighty-nine pieces, published in several obscure corners of Medium, the full extent of your writing career.

Every day for four months, you wrote, thought about writing, talked about writing, dreamed about writing while you slept.

Your words naturally weaved together; you were confident and utterly uncaring of what anyone could think of you or your work. Why feel different now?

Perhaps you ended the mind dumping phase a tad too soon. More reasonably, you joined too many intimidating publications at a time. The Power of Poetry really put the fear in you. Theatrically, you exaggerate, but the point is made nonetheless.

Suddenly once more, you’re unsure whether you belong among other writers.

Look, I get it.

You’re used to free-writing, just seeing what comes out; occasionally, you set out to complete a piece based on an actual topic.

Today would be one of those days, albeit an easy one.

You excel at self-indulgence. You’ll appreciate if that doesn’t turn everyone away too quickly.

But now, you question once more whether you live up to this prestigious title of ‘writer’.

Under one hundred articles, a couple hundred Instagram posts, and no books.

That’s you right now.

You must write a single book, any book! It doesn’t even have to be good. You’re not digging the idea, but anything that must be done, must be done.

Also, to back it up a little — your books are going to revolutionize… something!

I don’t know what it’ll be. But there is no room on your calendar for a bad book. If you publish a bad one, I won’t tell you, you can’t bear the truth! That’s a lie, you may be the only one who can.

But Seriously

There are four fictional masterpieces on which I’m ready to begin.

First, I just want to focus on Medium, at least until I’ve published past the three hundred story mark.

This will be much work, and I’m excited to do it all!

I can feel myself as a serious writer once more.

But I’m boring you.

Let’s take a break.

Short Story Interlude — To Feel Alive

“You don’t see it?” she asked. I looked more closely through the glass, overtaken by the sheer vastness of the sea surrounding us. It’s surely been months since I awoke in this cell; I’ve never known why.

I only wish to see something out there. Anything! A boat, a bird, the greatest horror!

I don’t believe we’ll be saved.

But I want to experience, to feel, to live!

At least, to feel alive.

A Primary Purpose for Writing

The word of God. It must be conveyed as I’ve always known it. This isn’t to say what you are likely imagining.

No sensible entity approached me, there were no burning bushes, no bright-winged angels, no talking hats.

Only truth.

The truth isn’t owned by anyone, its rules, independent of our opinion.

If nothing else, I have my purpose for writing, and this is vital to the making of any writer.

I’m getting off track.

Qualifications of a True Writer

Does this present form of writing qualify a writer?

Too often, nothing is being said.

A message comes close, but is disallowed from completing. If allowed, it has been followed up with a declaration to revoke my credibility.

There are a variety reasons for this, not all of which are bound to be shared.

Written Confessions, Necessary Information

These confessions will release progressively with time. I’m excited to express myself. I would tell you my fears, if I could take the chance — f holding back is to be my saving grace.

Plus, some important information may need to reach you through me at this time.

If you find the latter statement ridiculous, then know I’m grateful for your having of an independent mind.

Otherwise, know I do have much to offer you.

But you should still think deeply on every word consumed.

Not a True Imposter

You’ve probably been here too.

Look, sometimes we are forced to see ourselves in a light reflected from our desired future. The person you want to be, they can teach you a lot.

I haven’t yet written the tiniest portion of that which I’m meant to write in my time.

But I do write.

And actions determine who you really are. Also intentions, but this piece is over now.

About the Author:

🔍 ㅤGustave Deresse Is a Truthful & Theatrical Métis-Canadian Writer, Editor, Wanderer, Cook, and Musical Artist Who Enjoys Exploring Themes as Spirituality, Logic, Love, Life, Philosophy, Nature, Art, Neurocognitive Psychology, Creativity, Writing, Humour, Inspiration, Music, Wellbeing — and the Weird.

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I appreciate you, take care.

Sincerely, — G