Writing is my greatest passion and my greatest enemy. I have heard many writers’ say they don't necessarily like to write but they LOVE to have written. I can attest to that. I love when the words fall in the right order, reading the words over and over again letting them roll over my tongue. Hearing how each part sounds and seeing what lines the words draw around the images they are creating - I love it.
The showing up to a blinking cursor and a blank screen however, I do not love, but it's important to show up like a job and be faithful with it. For with every day that I show up to nothing means there is a day inspiration hits and words drop like marbles on a Chinese Checker board bouncing into their correct positions. This week has not been that week. I have shown up to write three times. I did get some stuff on paper and wrote about 600 words but that took me three days to get! Three days!
Maybe there is a lesson to be learned in the midst of my writing misery? Maybe sometimes it's not about how well things fall into place, or how on your game you are? Maybe it's not about how brilliant you are at any given moment, but more about how you hold yourself each day when you do show up? I have learned that if I want this dream to come to fruition I have to work for it. Yes, it is a talent that sometimes comes fairly easy, but it's also like any other art or sport - you must practice. I only get better with each time I show up. I find new words, new thoughts, and new perspectives. I think my life changes a little bit every time I write.
Maybe that's why I love it so much. It's changing my life, but as much as it's changing my life by putting it on display it encourages other's to be brave and live a good story. It's my contribution and through it, perspectives shift, and God is glorified.
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