I knew a man with style once. It wasn’t everybody’s style, or taste and, as he didn’t care what people thought of him he carried it off with a great deal of style. Each day was different; unexpected, such as the day we agreed to meet for coffee. Venue was always difficult but in the end we decided to meet at a coffee shop in the city . The two dolphins.
They had two life-size dolphins swinging from chains under their awning and I said “we’ll meet underneath the dolphins.”
“What on earth are you wearing that for? ” I said when I first saw him.
“You did say we’d meet under the dolphins” he replied. Yes, he had style and sometimes in the conventional sense of the word.
I’d like to think that I live life with that kind of style. My own preferred style these days is definitely more on the casual side but with the ability to change and feel comfortable in my chosen skin for I believe that, is what style is. No matter what one is wearing or whatever the hair style the wearer’s self-confidence is at a level that allows them to carry it off with grace, with style. They are comfortable with who they are and what they are and as such their stature is tall and regal. Their self-confidence is their style.
Writing style is similar in many ways. You have to be comfortable with who you are and what you are doing. I know my writing style is never going to rival Henry Miller, Ernest Hemingway, Craig Silvey, Tim Winton and many, many more truly brilliant writers but I can’t copy their style. I would be trying to be someone who I’m not. I have to write in my own style, one that flows naturally from my pen. This style I can change between scholastic writing and my preferred creative writing but they are all me and that I am comfortable with.