I Mean to Say That I Say What I Don’t Mean

Vicente Romero Redondo

“I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.”

W. Somerset Maugham

Give me a pen and a blank sheet of paper and I will invent a story at any time of day. Not all stories will be interesting, but most will do. I will write without stopping for hours.

But tell me to interpret a significant even in my life, or explain why I hold a certain belief, or write a treatise on philosophy, and I will look worried at the pen and scratch my head. Maybe I don’t have enough experience, or maybe my vocabulary is meager, or maybe lady depression who is always in my attic has befogged my mind.

β€œI write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.”

― Franz Kafka

Most of my stories and posts on writing end up being different from what I intended them to be. I discover what I believe only after I’ve written it. The written word creates the idea and the belief. I see a great opportunity in that. My writing can shape my mental life, and maybe my physical one too. Scary thought.

In conclusion, dear readers, the boy with a hat has no idea what he is writing, but he much enjoys doing it.

Is it easy for you to say what you mean?

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33 thoughts on “I Mean to Say That I Say What I Don’t Mean

  1. Like you, hatted boy, once I start writing I seldom end up where I thought I was headed. Since you’re being honest with us (assuming that you really ARE never without your hat), I must be honest in return and confess that my favorite of all destinations is that which brings me back where I started (but with a vastly different perspective on where I am).

  2. I’ve lately come to wonder (a very very tentative belief) that what is meant is always in everything that comes out – or even what is kept back or does not make the cut- if clear or muddled or muddied or masked or diversionary – tightly done or done in loose ramble, because there is always: unaware what is meant, what is meant to be meant, and, what is really really Really meant.

  3. I never end where I think I will, but I enjoy the ride. I was telling someone just the other day that when I write, I usually come to a better conclusion than I would have, had I just ran around with it in my head. I may not necessarily write what I want, but I feel like I end up writing what I need. If that makes sense.

  4. “the boy with a hat has no idea what he is writing, but he much enjoys doing it.”
    That’s what matters.

  5. A side note: your vocabulary is FAR from meager. I don’t know half the words you use. And I love it.

    I’m so glad that I found you.

  6. “Most of my stories and posts on writing end up being different from what I intended them to be. I discover what I believe only after I’ve written it. The written word creates the idea and the belief.”

    I loved this, dear hatted boy. My writing is exactly the same. I never know where it will take me–not with stories, not with poems, and certainly not with philosophical treatises. And that’s what I love about it. That’s what makes us human.

      1. I do not write philosophical treatises. It is time I brushed up on all of those philosophers. I am not very smart, truthfully. I have much work to do.

  7. That’s a thing to share with you- once you write, you can keep on forever. Any time, any place. Easy as that. Doesn’t mean it’ll be good, doesn’t mean it’ll be bad. But it runs in the veins. The easiness to write.

    I have to say though, I can justify my believes at any moment too.

    What you described here, about the story turning out differently than it appeared in you head, I have with painting. Ever since I can remember I never could draw the same image I had planned in my head. It always went its own way… Well, with writing it goes that way too, I guess. Sometimes it gets disappointing, other times it turns out enlightening.

    But you, my young passionate Friend, you not only write. You send worried souls to heaven. You love it. And we feel that love.

    With a wink and a smile!

  8. :)http://iamforchange.wordpress.com/awards-page-and-nominations-thank-you-i-am-so-honored-and-grateful/ So many have shared so much with me and I wish to share as well please accept my nominations and if nothing else know I am grateful for your sharing on your pages with us all and the time you share with me on mine.Thank you!! πŸ™‚ Joe

  9. I love Somerset Maugham an am reading a collection of his short stories at the moment – thouh written early-mid 20th century and are therefore dated (from a feminist perspective) when read within historical perspective he has a great way of capturing character and situations… I am really enjoying his writing, although I love period writing anyway πŸ™‚

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