I used to wonder why people would throw a wall of protection around themselves. True, those were emotional walls, but if I thought I didn’t build walls, then maybe it was time to reconsider my actions and opinions.
I don’t believe there are many that haven’t made sacrifices at one time or another. Those sacrifices aid either ourselves, family or friends, well you get the picture. I know if I give up something in order to help out, I also throw up a wall to get through whatever project confronts me. Which is a different kind of wall, one that brings the task at hand to completion.
Walls are built to block out everything imaginable. They’re constructed by everything from concrete substances to guard privacy, or for attention accomplishment, to abstract thinking.
For me, as a writer, a wall is built to deliver time to work within my own insight. Not someone else’s. And, as a writer, I believe some walls are a good thing. Character development isn’t possible without complete concentration. That’s when I construct a wall, otherwise I’d get nothing done. If I let down my guard and allow the wall to crumble before the task is fulfilled, then I’m backing up.
So, are you a wall builder? Are you waiting for the rain? I do a little of both.