This is how Ernest Hemingway’s Nobel Prize for Literature acceptance speech begins:
“Having no facility for speech-making and no command of oratory nor any domination of rhetoric, I wish to thank the administrators of the generosity of Alfred Nobel for this Prize.”
and how it ends:
“I have spoken too long for a writer. A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it. Again I thank you.”
I cling to anything anyone (especially Hemingway) says that helps explain my inability to speak my mind. I am only able to write what I mean, not speak it. Trying to argue with someone is like bashing my way through the woods. I need to picture my words, but can’t when they’re not written. I like to think this shortcoming makes me a writer.
I’m drawn to inspiring stories where people with real handicaps have used the written word to express themselves.
The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby (Le Scaphandre et Le Papillon)
Any other stories to share? Experiences from the other side?