Author’s Note: I enjoy writing in all styles (I hate being pigeonholed) so have started to post on Medium. This is my first post which I have copied to here. I intend to do a lot more. In truth, I wasn’t even going to mention it, but please feel free to go on there and seek me out if you wish to read more.
This is me: Richard on Medium
Thank you for reading
Say it loud! Say it proud! Don’t hold back! Sell yourself!
This is how it starts. I raise my head from the sand and think I can do this but I can’t.
You can! shout the others. They scream it at me with the reassurance of having read millions of the individual words that form my written work. We love them they say. We look forward to reading them they cajole. I want to believe them, but it’s in my nature to not. Is it so wrong to be read in quiet with gentle nods of approval and a bookmarked mind willing to find a way back?
I am an introvert, and there’s nothing wrong with that. For many years, I thought there was that I had some incurable disease where my voice couldn’t match the decibels of others, and my opinion, through not being forceful, was disregarded in favour of those who were. I know I am not alone in this, and to those of you who understand, I’m sorry.
Perhaps this was why I turned to writing speculative fiction. Being able to create, be it by words or phrases, stories or poetry, is a way out, a release. You can say what you want how you want. You can fly over rainbows, wrestle dinosaurs, kill and no one can say you’re wrong. Even if they do, you can’t hear them, or rather, you couldn’t.
The little monochrome me that hid in the corner of computer screens and book flaps went unnoticed. A fly on a barely perceived wall, I looked on in silence. Social media has stolen that silence and asked for my opinion on why I was like it. I can’t answer, of course. I’m not sure I’d want to, but I’m assured I should. Hm.
Extroverts have it easy. I see them shouting from the rooftops about this that or the other, unbothered. Most of what they say, sell and preach is rubbish, not all, but most, yet I’m expected to buy or believe it. Why can’t the quiet ones just say no?
Yet, here I am. I write. I love to write. I see others requiring prompts, incentives, moaning about writer’s block and any number of other reasons for not doing what they wish, that I don’t. There will never be enough days, minutes or seconds left in my life to write all the words I would wish. Sentences flow from my fingers with all the speed limited typing skills can muster; they aren’t fast enough. And so it goes on.
I made the monumental decision to write here on Medium today as it seems a relaxing place to post a view. My compromise, a manipulated and rather loud photo to emphasise a point. Perhaps, just perhaps, the quiet little monochrome one is better.
Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series