Awakenings and the 2019 30-Day Writing Challenge
Me: <blows the dust from my keyboard>...Is this thing even on? Does it still work?
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Where have I been, where have I BEEN? I'm a few years older now and time has compressed so much that I felt the racing by of days like I've been binge-watching myself on streaming. Sheesh, I've had so much to say but no voice to say it with it seems. The expressive words have slowly drained from me like so many stones down the river.
Months have in fact elapsed; a few years, really, since I've had anything to say here. Not that there hasn't been anything to write about. Oh, theres been plenty...but the writing muse had surely flown south for the season and then decided to stay away indefinitely like some wandering vagrant lured by the promises of warmer climes and peaceful shores. I had shut down and in place of were new pursuits, creations and passions. Still they were seemingly empty though and never quite saying all that I felt was in there. Sometimes late at night I would wonder about if I could ever have a voice to speak with or a story to tell again? Where had all that creative voice gone? Hadn't I enjoyed it when I was writing more?
Epiphany
LIGHTS ON: The realization came to me that I had it backwards all along. The story comes through the writing which is always first. Not the other way around. Open the tap and let it flow out, then will the thoughts and ideas take form and shape. The muse promptly took a non-stop flight to my desk back from the exiled ends of civilization where she had sequestered herself waiting on me to awaken.
Now that she's back I'm not missing another opportunity; not letting another season pass by without the written observations in my own voice left here for all to see. Or none to see. Writing is never really about the reader but more for the author to say, and say they must! Last time I was writing I felt alive, articulate and accomplished. Somehow. for me, to express is to live.
Epiphany
LIGHTS ON: The realization came to me that I had it backwards all along. The story comes through the writing which is always first. Not the other way around. Open the tap and let it flow out, then will the thoughts and ideas take form and shape. The muse promptly took a non-stop flight to my desk back from the exiled ends of civilization where she had sequestered herself waiting on me to awaken.
Now that she's back I'm not missing another opportunity; not letting another season pass by without the written observations in my own voice left here for all to see. Or none to see. Writing is never really about the reader but more for the author to say, and say they must! Last time I was writing I felt alive, articulate and accomplished. Somehow. for me, to express is to live.
That being said, I offer this:
To start the new year off right (write?) I've decided to challenge myself, and some select others to a 30-day writing challenge. Write something, anything daily for 30 days. For me the challenge will not necessarily be in keeping it up but in the stopping after the 30 days are through!
So for you, reader, if there is a desire to create from a place that is purely and only you; to take up the fearful blank page and set to typing that which is totally as you would choose to express, this call may be for you as well. Would you care to join in with me on this journey through your thoughts?
I'm drawn to that horizon and that place of unknowns that maybe we can share in together. What is over that horizon there? I'm going to see.
So for you, reader, if there is a desire to create from a place that is purely and only you; to take up the fearful blank page and set to typing that which is totally as you would choose to express, this call may be for you as well. Would you care to join in with me on this journey through your thoughts?
I'm drawn to that horizon and that place of unknowns that maybe we can share in together. What is over that horizon there? I'm going to see.
