Month: January 2018

There is nothing as encouraging as watching a writer about their business.

Writers, in my opinion, have great heart.

I was so inspired yesterday by a writer who expressed so clearly the struggle to maintain a discipline – to find inspiration – to be interesting – to follow rules – to break them just at the right moment – to inject mystery and drama – to give the reader everything they did not know they needed in their imagination.

Most of all, writers are brave because they let you into their psyche, share themselves, and then let you project your view of reality and imagination into a story that they never imagined would be interpreted as it is.

I long for the day when I will be brave enough to claim myself a writer without the slightest hesitation.

So one of the things that I am enjoying is listening to my heart.

This is not as easy as it sounds.  It seems like the older I get, the more aware I am of the things that I think I should do or should have done or should plan to do… and on and on and on it goes. With all these noises in my head, it is really a pleasure when I can hear the little voice that expresses my true desires.  It’s an even greater pleasure when I can do the things that I really want to do.

Lately, it’s taken courage to sit down and write. I am acutely aware of how important it is to me that I do this.  I have been vocal about sharing my dream – and it’s scary because now people know! And what’s worse is that I am afraid that I will fail – and when people as me about the dream, I won’t be able to say much.  But on the other side of this courage and fear is true satisfaction.  I know that writing fills a space in my soul that needs these words and this imagination to be ignited.  It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest, for me to admit this so publicly.  But I am so proud of myself because I feel like my soul is stretching. And with every lengthening of these crouched muscles, I move closer and closer to uncovering who I really am.