Written Whispers

I’m still kind of depressed but I think I’m getting better. It must be part of that seasonal stuff on top of the topics I’ve been writing about lately as well as stress. I have quite a bit of that on a daily basis but this week seems a bit worse.

Never fear though, I’m still alive and forever writing. I’m sitting her at work, an hour or so earlier because my Hunny had to work at a different time than myself, and figured why not make a blog post. This month is one with the least amount of posts which is strange because it seems like I’m writing every single day. Sometimes I wonder what I’m working on or achieving when I write or needlessly revise but it’s a nice escape never the less. I have music from some anime blaring in my headphones so I can drown out the fact that I’m about to clock into a job I hate and have to work in because of my limited abilities (see post Utterly Heartbroken). I like music in other languages. It’s nice to just sit there and have to feel what’s going on without any help from the lyrics. To translate the rhythm, beat, and tone into some barley tangible emotion that maybe only you can find in that song. It’s almost pretty. There’s a piano in the background and it sounds like a choir or large group singing it.

I like language. I mean, being a writer of course I like words, but I love language in general almost as much as I love the craft that takes my words and turns them into worlds and magick, people and paradise. When I was younger I thought myself bits and pieces of Gaelic and other old Celtic words from various books and committed them to memory. This was mostly from encyclopedia like books, I was sufficed to say strange for my age.

Whenever I would read about Celtic history and such I would come across symbols, Runic and otherwise and when I saw these I would immediately try to find out what each of them met. When I found out that Runes could correspond to the alphabet I started using them to write in my journal to keep it a little more secret. With my spiritual beliefs I also tried to write these entries without the alphabet, using only their symbolic meanings but it made it difficult to translate later on because what one meaning could mean to you one day could mean something entirely different another especially as you grow and change yourself.

Another Runic set of letters I came across was Ogam also spelled Ogham. It was used in various languages and sometimes called the alphabet of bonding or death. I liked this one a lot because it was easier to understand and no one I knew had ever heard of it. From there I began to teach myself the Theban symbols (not as well as the others, alas) as well as others.

Symbols and letters and words have always been a part of my daily life. I don’t know how else I would express myself without them though I often wonder about things…

When I was younger I didn’t speak a whole lot and often went weeks or even months without uttering a single sound. It was fairly normal for me. Sometimes I think back to times in my life when I should have remained silent and I wonder what it would be like to be mute? I still don’t speak a whole lot in present day but I do talk a lot more than I used to. In a way I’m lucky I guesse because I only take the time to talk when I think I have something worth saying. Most of my words are thought out in advance, though this doesn’t always help I think I’m a foot further up the hill than many my age who often say things without meaning or pretense.

What would it be like to be mute as a writer? To only be able to express oneself through the written word? What would it be like to be deaf? To know no words or the sound of the rain? Could one write without knowledge of words? What would it be like to be blind, deaf, and mute? To have nothing but your thoughts to keep you company?

I think I would enjoy being mute as a writer but I don’t think I could stand to lose those other senses. That’s almost like wondering what I would do if I suddenly lost both hands. The tools to my trade… nope. I couldn’t live that way, but still…

To be soundless except from the sound of pen on paper and fingers on keys…. :) now that is an interesting thought indeed.

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