http://blog.writanon.com/2009/09/14/writing-like-a-spider/ Blog of the Bartender Sun, 05 Feb 2012 23:56:38 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://blog.writanon.com/2009/09/14/writing-like-a-spider/comment-page-1/#comment-144 Poetic Jargon Sat, 19 Sep 2009 06:39:54 +0000 http://blog.writanon.com/?p=138#comment-144 Although I absolutely agree with the overall message, I couldn't help but see Susan's actions in a slightly different light...me being different and separate from you and all. :P What if this was only one of many webs Susan had created in her short life? Perhaps there was another in a bush near by or in some shed around back. What if she just happened to be sitting at the one by your window because the other two were already full of plump, tasty insects? My point is, each web that Susan spun is different and unique because of what surrounds each of them. In my opinion writers shouldn't try to create one all-encompassing 'web' for their entire life because the when, where, why, and how of each web's construction is always different from the previous attempt. So I see Susan's inactivity as maybe just a conclusion to this particular web and the beginning of a new one. She didn't need to reach for that meal just out of her reach because that would make the time spent spinng this web meaningless and unimportant. If she could just grab near by insects, what is the point of the web in the first place? Now I am not saying to just sit and wait for each new inspirational meal to fly unexpectedly into each writer's web we call our own, whether it's one tremendous, life long masterpiece or several, small individual endeavors one after another. But I would say that there is a time when the only thing we can do, as a writer or as a spider, is to simply stand there and marvel at the beauty which can only be seen from the vantage point of a web. Although I absolutely agree with the overall message, I couldn’t help but see Susan’s actions in a slightly different light…me being different and separate from you and all. What if this was only one of many webs Susan had created in her short life? Perhaps there was another in a bush near by or in some shed around back. What if she just happened to be sitting at the one by your window because the other two were already full of plump, tasty insects? My point is, each web that Susan spun is different and unique because of what surrounds each of them. In my opinion writers shouldn’t try to create one all-encompassing ‘web’ for their entire life because the when, where, why, and how of each web’s construction is always different from the previous attempt. So I see Susan’s inactivity as maybe just a conclusion to this particular web and the beginning of a new one. She didn’t need to reach for that meal just out of her reach because that would make the time spent spinng this web meaningless and unimportant. If she could just grab near by insects, what is the point of the web in the first place? Now I am not saying to just sit and wait for each new inspirational meal to fly unexpectedly into each writer’s web we call our own, whether it’s one tremendous, life long masterpiece or several, small individual endeavors one after another. But I would say that there is a time when the only thing we can do, as a writer or as a spider, is to simply stand there and marvel at the beauty which can only be seen from the vantage point of a web.

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