Wordz Only is a spoken word event held in Busan every six weeks(ish). People talented in the whimsical ways and wonders of words expose their innermost selves to a captive audience. This Saturday night brings about the 33rd incarnation of the event. I went to the last one as a listener, and I was daunted. There was so much talent on display, so much raw emotion. Within the pleasant confines of Cafe Radio, I experienced angers, joys, tribulations, ecstasies, and tragedies as conveyed by many truly talented wordsmiths. I thought to myself, “I will join these people.”
Me. With no degree related to ways of literature or creative writing. Me, armed only with the various tidbits gleaned from workshops, writing courses, and hours of reading and listening to audiobooks. I have the gumption to think I belong among these people unleashing true talent upon the world.
A writer’s got to start somewhere, aye that’s my defence. An amateur who has tried to deny his writing muse, I have at last come out of that great Egyptian river. I choose instead to immerse myself in fiction, revel in creativity, and celebrate every second of my raw amateurishness whilst I can still be called a hopeful beginner!
I will write, and I will share it. It won’t always be good, but it will be as good as I can make it at the time. And I will always appreciate listeners and readers who take the time to show their interest in my work. Even, nay especially, when they tear it down and show me what’s wrong with it!
Anyway, I had a friend check out what I want to share. He liked it, and suggested some great changes which I have until Saturday to make! I may not have the chance to check those changes with somebody before my turn at the open mike comes, but whatever is there on the paper is what I will read. I’m not about to let my inner critic tear this away – he’s taken away enough of me, that bastard.
The show will go on – time for me to get editing and then get on with it.