The Keys To Creative Writing Every Writer Needs To Know

Today’s world holds an unprecedented traffic of information, such that no art can remain locked in a bubble. No more “ivory tower”. Artists must now, more than in any other socio-historical period, discuss, seek new artistic dimensions, and relate to others, because ultimately, the meaning and purpose of art is to convey a message and fulfill a role.
If I look back, I can say that I had some interesting cultural experiences on the way to declaring myself a writer. I can sense and measure reality, regardless if a true or acceptable recognition, through an understanding of the literary state of affairs, ideas, cultural intersections, all normal in a dynamic world. I believe it should be standard for.
I do not know if I can claim I know where my writing fits in.the grand scheme of life.. At first I did not know what I wanted. Over time it crystallized, and I realized I always had enough imagination to make up a world with me in the center of it. I took vanity to paranoiac limits and believed that the world revolves around me and is eager to hear what I have to say but I seemed to lack the intelligence often and most importantly the impertinence or the power to make an impact.
When I was Sylvia Plath age, as she took her final decision, I identified with her. I felt so close to her, her sensibility mysterious and painful. Back then, years felt passing like days, and days like seconds.
I feel I survived middle age only through pages written at night when everybody was asleep. With a cup of tea, while the steam above the tea cup formed figures in the pale lamps light living only a brief second, I wrote the long awaited page.In the morning, light covered every movement, every atom of life around, taking the dark mist with which woke my memory.
I missed targets through false and naive enthusiasm.
The books I was engulfed most of my free time, fueled the hunger for life’s mysteries such that inspiration was always rooted in love, pain, fighting social justice.
I read Marx, Bernard Shaw, Nietzsche but somehow I constantly returned to the pagan beauty of the unconstructed free thinking..I devoured Russian, British, and French literature and I did my best to read it in its original language. I did the same with Dante’s Divine Comedy as I was convinced, and I still am to a certain degree that translation loses some of the subtleties the writer intended.
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you and in the end, I chose from the books only what I liked creating a library in which I keep only books that interest me. My reveries are not required to support any neighborhood I dislike. It’s important to know every writer or creator of any kind has the ability to exchange views and to see things from multiple angles.
When it comes to my own writing, the influences are very transparent. Chekhov and Pushkin felt like always guiding my quill while Zola and Flaubert helped me choose my subjects without being concerned if a beautiful or ugly one. The perfect use of the word, an honest and well-established rhythm, as well as a good structure was what I absorbed from the masters and tried my best to implement in my stories.
Bottom line is that my own life and my early readings offered me a cornucopia of material and inspiration covering all major literary movements. My own socio-cultural evolution and understanding of the world came mainly through books. Reading totally opened my mind and gave me a sense of direction and in the end; my early reading helped me find a higher purpose to my existence through my own writing.