One must create the bandwidth to write. To go beyond, the surrounding environment of an individual plays a tremendous degree of significance upon the quality of writing. Quality shouldn’t pertain to the fanciful use of language, or to have the reader humming a theme upon its conclusion. The clarity of mind in a tranquil state like a still-calm pool is what can clearly express the words one longs to communicate to the universe. “The secret to invention is to be alone” were the words uttered by Nikola Tesla. It would behoove one to refrain from inadvertently neglecting to comprehend the difference between “alone” and “lonely”. To be alone enhances bandwidth. Preoccupation with other matters, whether trivial or of significance, only suppresses ones capacity to put pen to paper. Such practice is merely the initial step. When solitude coincides with tranquility, the writer begins to cook a recipe, where she stands a chance for her most superior level of expression.
Whether it’s the authentic sound of nature; a bay breeze, a water fountain, the songs of birds, the occasional airplane whizzing by, or the distant highway traffic of cars roaring at high-speeds, these are the sounds a writer is subconsciously bombarded with when in the zone of creation. Should one be unable to exercise their writing amid these privileges, a pseudo-environment can be created. One can press play on their smart phone to recordings of the sounds aforementioned, creating an artificial environment that emulates the emotions exuded from nature, equivalent to a placebo effect induced by a fake pharmaceutical pill. This can cause the moral tranquilities of mind to be superseded by, or equated to, the mathematical formulas of matter.
Voluntary confinement of solitude is an innate willingness on behalf of the writer. Either that, or its habit can be developed with discipline through repetition. Perhaps, the theory that, everyone is a writer, is true. The difference between who’s who can be proposed in a question: who got into the habit of doing it? The individual who gets up every morning and writes (regardless of essays, stream of consciousness journaling, or literary works of genius such as scripts and novels) separates herself from the pack. This practice is spawned by a relentless desire to write, or an attitude that suggests, one can’t help but write. Such practices are only the beginning. To quote the Pulitzer Prize winning playwright and Academy Award winning screenwriter, David Mamet, “Sit down at the typewriter and bleed.” Both figuratively, and literally, your fingertips, stained with red blood or blue ink. The choice is hers.
written by ardalan pourvali