Writing, like any endeavor of art, is a craft that requires a kind of obsession from the artist. A serious writer does much more than simply write. Writing is his air, his way of breathing. The scent of writing lingers on her clothes and in her hair even when days have passed since she last raised a pen. He cannot get away from it. The endgame of a serious writer is not just creative expression (many can do that quite naturally with minimal effort) or a consistent writing practice (which is merely a means). The goal is mastery. Good writing is common. Masterful writing is among the rarest of human experiences.
My true voice swims. I touch lightly…here, then here, then over there, like that, until a sense of the essence of a thing is coaxed out into the open. My writing is all seduction, and a willing honesty. I will look anywhere—to find the truth and sing it to the page, whether that is the truth of a moment’s pure beauty, or the truth of a festering hypocrisy I happen to love. My voice is an honest voice. But refined. Smooth. Easy like wind in the cool of eve. Some writers shock with the staccato dissonance of their prose. Some impress with the clever juxtaposition of obtuse words. But my road into the soul is not quite that. I enchant. I hear the song and with my pen I try to sing it, to share not only the transformative insight, but also the music I heard on the journey to uncover it.Quoted from: Michael D. Warden | Practicing Your Scales Please visit this link to view the rest of the article from which this quote was taken.