Over the past eight months I've been writing a lot, but nothing like I used to, even though I've been trying.
Some of the writing has simply been gathering my old poetry together on Facebook here and for me that was opening myself up a lot. More than I had in the past eight years. Creating that page and creating the project I call #MLiPoetry (My Life in Poetry) take a lot out of me. I'm trying to go back throughout my life and find all of my old poems and talk about them. Talk about what I was feeling when I wrote the poem, or what it means to me now. It's quite a project and even posting and analyzing one poem can sometimes (not always) rip me apart as I remember the child that I was.
Other parts of the writing has been my Wheel of Time blog found here. There's a series, called the Wheel of Time that I've been re-reading and posting about. I started this partially due to the fact that the last book in the series is coming out within the next 18 months and partially due to the fact that I wanted something to write about. So I'm writing short(ish) snippets about each chapter.
There's another blog I have (can you tell yet that I'm a little ocd about compartmentalizing my blogs?) that I started when I decided to go back to school, it can be found here.
Through it all though, all of these projects, I still haven't found my words. I can still write better and easier than most people I know, but my words, the ones that are the most important to me, they're still gone. Every last one of these projects I started with the intent of bringing the words back, sort of preparing the ground...and I've been patient, I've tried, I really have. Five years ago, I wasn't ready. Now I am, yet maybe the words are something that can only be found by an innocent child and not by someone who threw her gift back and called it a curse.
For now I'll keep trying - not forcing, but simply keep writing, until someday I'll have to accept defeat and say, the words were there, but now they are gone.
~
Some of the writing has simply been gathering my old poetry together on Facebook here and for me that was opening myself up a lot. More than I had in the past eight years. Creating that page and creating the project I call #MLiPoetry (My Life in Poetry) take a lot out of me. I'm trying to go back throughout my life and find all of my old poems and talk about them. Talk about what I was feeling when I wrote the poem, or what it means to me now. It's quite a project and even posting and analyzing one poem can sometimes (not always) rip me apart as I remember the child that I was.
Other parts of the writing has been my Wheel of Time blog found here. There's a series, called the Wheel of Time that I've been re-reading and posting about. I started this partially due to the fact that the last book in the series is coming out within the next 18 months and partially due to the fact that I wanted something to write about. So I'm writing short(ish) snippets about each chapter.
There's another blog I have (can you tell yet that I'm a little ocd about compartmentalizing my blogs?) that I started when I decided to go back to school, it can be found here.
Through it all though, all of these projects, I still haven't found my words. I can still write better and easier than most people I know, but my words, the ones that are the most important to me, they're still gone. Every last one of these projects I started with the intent of bringing the words back, sort of preparing the ground...and I've been patient, I've tried, I really have. Five years ago, I wasn't ready. Now I am, yet maybe the words are something that can only be found by an innocent child and not by someone who threw her gift back and called it a curse.
For now I'll keep trying - not forcing, but simply keep writing, until someday I'll have to accept defeat and say, the words were there, but now they are gone.
~
I found some great writing advice while re-listening to the Nerdist Podcast #106 with Neil Gaiman! He talks about writing, especially when you’re NOT inspired! The advice starts at 1:04:10 in the podcast, so skip to it and give it a listen…
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