The "Scripturient" Paradox.
During the habitual daily perusal of Twitter I came across the word "scripturient" and upon reading its subsequent definition I felt compelled to write about the word and about everything else. It is an adjective defined as the consuming passion to write.
I have always been gripped by the notion of story-telling. In my youth writing illegible and incoherent stories about ridiculous, fantastic ideas whereby the plot was unimportant by comparison to the difficulty of maintaining my infantile scrawl within the lines. But I suppose part of developing one's creative mindset is the ignorance of keeping within those lines, allowing oneself to become so involved with the story that the lines fade and become an insignificant memory.
Obviously as we grow older, the lines and restrictions placed upon us seem to bind us and our creative potential. It seems much more important that we abide by those rules. But writing is inherently cathartic, and permits freedom of expression and thought in its very nature, despite our stringent ideological stances. As Virginia Woolf stated:
"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. ”
That is the ethos of this blogging endeavour. I shall encapsulate the emotion within Virginia Woolf's famous polemical work A Room of One's Own which campions the potential of the woman writer in a patriarchal world. I do not know the exact topical parameters of which I shall write about as of yet, but, that's all part of writing ignorant of lines and it's rather exciting really.