365 Days of Hypochondria

And other personal happenings.

The Meaning in Unmeaning (Day 71)


Today I felt momentarily frustrated. Discussing creative writing, one of my professors said that there is no point in writing something (along the lines of a personal piece) that doesn’t indicate some sort of change in character. A lot of my own personal writing doesn’t have a ‘point’ per say. I think you can have a completely moving piece of writing that doesn’t have an ‘epiphany’ moment. Especially writing that is created out of healing. For example, I could write a personal essay about a walk, and describe the things that I saw on said walk. I (the character) could be completely unchanged by the end of the story yet the reader might be incredibly altered by the entirety of it. Anyways, that’s my rant for the day.

6 thoughts on “The Meaning in Unmeaning (Day 71)

  1. I’m going to be a little bold here…but you’re Professor sounds like a nitwit. He clearly isn’t a peaceful man who enjoys the beauty in simple things like a mind clearing walk.

    I loved the entry you wrote about the walk. All of the photos and images it painted. (and the ones you posted) were fabulous and I know I’m not alone in feeling it. :)

  2. There certainly is art in unmeaning, but I do see your professor’s point. Good storytelling throughout human history has included drama. Substantial drama usually creates a change in character – so the hallmark of storytelling, the basis of writing, is conflict.

    I’m sure your personal essay about a walk was moving in an artful way. It just wouldn’t fit the standards of creative writing from a traditional storyteller frame.

    • I never actually did write a personal essay about a ‘walk’, it was just an example, but I do get your point. It’s a women’s studies class though, so I was a little irritated when the professor sort of de-legitimated the sort of writing that often comes from places of ‘healing’ (something that women’s studies advocates). I also identify as a post-structuralist feminist, so I thought there should have been more room for freedom, especially to accommodate different perspectives. It is a university project though, so obviously there needs to be some set of requirements. Oh well.

  3. A bloom is enjoyed not just by its fragrance, but as a bud, the unfolding shawl of colour bejeweled with morning dew, stamins annoiting the fidgeting explorations of bumblebees with golden epaulets of pollen, and the crippled fingers of dying petals cupped in offering of seeds to future sun beams. Savour each moment of writing, its creation, evolution and even its death. Epiphanies aren’t found by looking, nor created with intent. Epiphanies, like seeds, are contained in the folds of petals, watercolours of life’s events, pastels of emotion brushed onto our thoughts, in the present and in reflection. Write of an event as you might view a garden, in its sum and sweep, as you walk its length. Return to the bough of each sentence and trace it to its stem. Feel the texture of each word, leaves that shield the earth. Smell blossoms for pleasure not meaning. Sometimes just bringing something into being, or into mind, is enough.

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