Yesterday I attended a panel comprised of queer neurodivergent writers taking place in Qtopia, as part of the Enqueer Literary Festival. Each of the four writers had their own distinctive style and worked really well together, articulating aspects of their writing practice to a packed theatre.
I appreciated the persistence of these marginalised souls in getting their work out there, and it made me want to revitalise my writing practice.
There was attention paid to the multiplicities of possibilities out there in writing, if only one reaches out and captures the moment. Discarding the censor, or bypassing it. Deviating. The beauty is in the unique makeup of the writer's soul - combinations of words only they can imagine.
Building the self through reflective typing is another concept that came up - setting out on a journey to revive your awareness of what's going on in your interiority. Too often life whizzes by at high speed, and we're left struggling to process what just happened. The wisdom of the writer is to untangle, clarify and reassert one’s internal logic.
Oh sure, mental activity resists clear categories. Where there is a search for internal order, it responds to eternal chaos. Without each other, they are meaningless. But perhaps we can make peace with a 'semi-organised mess'. At least, that is something that helps me.
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