I have a confession to make. I haven’t written a
word on my latest work in progress (or anything else) in over three weeks.
Those who know me well know this is very unusual. I always write. Not only is
it therapeutic, but it’s a need I’ve had for quite a long time. Sometimes, it’s
just a paragraph or two. Sometimes, it’s a couple pages (if I’m lucky). There
are days when the words just flow and I can’t type fast enough. On the flip
side, there are days when the blinking cursor mocks my efforts.
These past couple of weeks, though, have been
tough…let’s just say life, my own scattered brain, and feelings of self-doubt got in the way.
But I’m back. Beginning tomorrow morning, it’s back
to the routine of writing in the mornings before the day job, back to falling
in love with my characters again.
What changed? Nothing really. And everything. Life
is still in the way BUT I’m so fortunate to have people I love and respect
dearly, who pull no punches and give it to me straight, who make me see what’s
right in front of my face: that I truly love writing, no matter how hard it can
get at times. And life...it is what it is. Gotta take the good with the bad and make the best of it.
And, truthfully, I missed that whole creative
process (I know it’s only been a little over three weeks, but seriously, for
someone who writes every day? It’s a long time). I miss writing that perfect
line, that gem hiding within the rest of the narrative. I miss the way my
characters just go off and do whatever they want, disregarding the plan I had
in mind for them. And I love when it all comes together in the end, leaving one
an emotional mess, but happy at the same time. Yeah, I missed that!
Until
next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go.
Marie
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