Hey to all my new followers! I may have already said that. Well, hey again! I'm very glad you're here :D
Can I TELL you how free I feel today? I finally caught up on all the amazing blog comments you guys have left me AND got around to some of your equally awesome blogs (if I haven't made it by yet, I shall. Promise. There's only so many hours in a day and I'm really shooting for an "A" in Argumentative Writing.)
All this talk of boldness. Yes, I've been paying attention to my blog posts *giggle* and those of others. I've stumbled upon several posts in the past week on fear and boldness. Hmmm, says I. Seems this theme is more than just a passing glance. Fear and the art of being bold. Now there's a theme if ever I saw one.
In regards to the post title, it's a quote from "The Way of the Traveler" by Joseph Dispenza. "No trip is insignificant," he writes. "...Every time we leave home and go to another place, we open up the possibility of having something wonderful happen to us."
Equate this to writing, says my muse. He's demanding like that. Dern snarky little so-in-so...
We write and write and write. Sometimes we put down epic brilliance! Sometimes...er...not so much. More like epic suckatude (yes, that IS a word. I've seen it somewheres...). Most of the time, we sit back from what we've written and wonder just what the heck is going on? Who's the main character? What's going on between the clown and the flea circus? What on earth am I even talking about?! Do we crumple it up, toss it and start over? Do we file it away?
I say file it. Even if you stumble across it in a decade or three and it still stinks of ten day old Limburger, there's a lesson to be learned (such as take out the trash!!). Every thing we write has significance. There could be the gem of a story hidden in all those adjectives. A single word or phrase that sets us off in the path of our own Lord of the Rings. Or it could be the simple fact that we sat down and wrote when we didn't want to. When we would rather get lobotomized than face our fears and muses and screaming main characters and spoiled side kicks. The act of writing helps us channel the stories that surround us. Even if we never use them, the simple act of writing tells the world a very important truth:
We are writers.
So go on, suck with brilliance and scream from the roof tops: "I AM A WRITER!!!"
Just make sure you hide that story about the clown and the flea circus.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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