IWSG January 2017 - A Year of Ink-Stained Hands
Welcome to a NEW YEAR of posts from the Insecure Writer's Support Group. Our Fearless Leader Captain Alex created this wonderful group and you can read more about him and this group by clicking the links:
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
I hope the holidays treated everyone well and that you are all ready for an exciting NEW YEAR filled with opportunities. Writing is a never ending process. If you're a true writer (and I believe you ALL are) then you know that finishing one story or one essay or one novel isn't enough. There are more waiting in the wings of your imagination. More that want their turn in the spot light. These stories want wings and they want your blood, sweat and tears to push them out of the nest and teach them to fly.
Stories are hard evidence that magic exists. Writers often complain about not having enough time to write or not having enough hours in the day to put in a few more sentences before sleep over takes them and another day, another week, another month is gone and the screen is still blank. The notebook still empty. And yet we know - KNOW - the truth:
Writing only happens when we finally exhale and begin.
That's why this year I have only one, major goal.
To Exhale and Begin.
Exhaling story to screen and paper; beginning the ideas that have been sucked dry by the Beast of What Everyone Else Says You SHOULD Be Writing. A year of writing for the pure pleasure of it.
What if you spent this next year with ink-stained hands? What if you pulled out those old ball-points and brushed against fields of fiber and tilled the fertile soil of your imagination? I'm not talking about finished productions and I'm not talking about six figure book deals. I'm talking about a year of writing. Just writing for the sheer pleasure of the ink stained page. Spend time nourishing the Writer and gently remind yourself why you started writing in the first place. Get back to the essence of writing. Reacquaint yourself with the simple, beautiful magic of word-smithing. The feel of pen strolling over paper. The pleasure of creating words that flow and slide and sail. I'm tired of striving for stars and thunder. I long to mine for dandelions in the cracks in the pavement.
Happy New Year, Dear Reader.
Here's to a year of ink-stained hands.