Our dear friend Jose Rivera is well know in the theatre community and he’s earned that honor. Over the years he’s guided budding playwrights in their craft. After a decade or so he finally imparted to a wider audience some of his insights in “36 Assumptions About Writing.” Here in this little piece, I’ll pull Mr. Rivera into the realm of fiction, showing how some of his sagacity might be a little more universal than first perceived. First I will begin by presenting the assumption and then I’ll analyze it. Let’s take a look.
Words within come unbidden before my eyes struck within my mind. I cannot bare the ache of unsettled turmoil within. Words must come forth or surely the I of self will die. Lost, I fall within the space of convoluted thought, where only imagination can hone my mind to some semblance of clarity. Madness be the disease of word’s caress. I must give. I must be. I am.