THE SEARCH FOR INSPIRATION
When life takes you off course, and you find yourself wandering around, with no idea as to where you actually are – both physically and mentally/emotionally – it can often call for drastic action. It can require a decision, such as to embrace that new place and stop fighting desperately to return to the way things were. Or not. Who really knows, I'm just thinking out loud here.
I speak of things on a personal level. I refer to my own life of late. I was heading in one direction, but life sent me hurtling away in another. C'est la vie. It is what it is. Or is it? Again I don't really know. But I have to start from somewhere. So I am starting here. Where I am now. Not where I was. Maybe I will get back there. I will wait and see. Maybe I will end up somewhere else altogether. And perhaps for the best.
My writing dried up. My desire to write disappeared. My energies vanished. So I read more and sought out the creativity that others were providing. This involved a recent return to Steemit. I want to see if this osmosis thing actually works.
I am still finding it energetically difficult to get back into the stories I was writing. I think they are good stories, for first drafts that is. Rough but likeable. Worth pursuing. So I will, in time.
But what do I do in the meantime? How do I turn the creativity tap back on? Even if it is only a slow trickle at first. Well the trick to being a writer is to write. I know – what a shocker, hey? Who would have thought it? Reading is the other side of the coin. And I turned to that to get me through. It helped. I remained inspired, if not internally drained. But what to write, as I find my way back to purpose, back to the stories screaming to be told?
How about a journal? How about notes of my journey, what I learn from studying the art of writing? What I learn from observing others in their pursuit of writing? It's a start. And it's as good a place as any to start. To reinvigorate the creative juices. You see I just sat down to type up some thoughts, and in 5 minutes these words flowed. That felt good. This can be a healing journey, through the pursuit of the written word.
Anyway, this is where I start back on the road to being a writer. These are my thoughts, about a slow jog along the path of writerdom. And a slow jog is better than walking backwards. At least it is in the right direction.
"That it is." I hear the voices from inside of me. I can feel the suppressed murmurings returning. Aidan, Alicia, Taylor, Ruby and Emma speaking as one. "We've been waiting patiently for your return."
Some of my previous works.
The Memoirs of a Forgotten Man (part 1) This story is currently unfinished, awaiting further inspiration.
Bad Trip (part 1) Also unfinished. I'm starting to see a pattern here.
My Sister's Keeper (part 1) This one is finished OMG! In need of a 2nd draft, but readable as it is.
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