Sometimes

by Ginger on December 7, 2010

in Becoming Myself

Sometimes, I have an amazing idea in my head until I sit down to write it.

Sometimes, I have no idea until I sit and write.

Sometimes, the words fly out of my head.

Sometimes, the words flow through my fingers.

Sometimes, I write something and think everyone will get it and am surprised when they don’t.

Sometimes, I write something and think no one will get it and am surprised when they do.

Sometimes, I never get to the point at all.

Sometimes, I nail my point on the first try.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m a writer.

And then sometimes, I write.

Megan December 7, 2010 at 11:36 pm

Ditto, my friend. Ditto.

Perpetua December 8, 2010 at 11:12 am

Ditto Megan’s ditto. This was really lovely to read.

Lately I’ve been rereading Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones. It’s VERY hippie-trippie, and I can kind of see why my brother thought I was a flake when I’d go on and on about how much I loved it when I was younger…but there’s a lot there about just coming to your writing as a full person, and allowing your writing to be what it is. It’s kind of cool if you go in for the zen-ish sort of writing books.

KT December 8, 2010 at 12:26 pm

I get that too. Sometimes I don’t explain things enough and people get the wrong idea about what I am trying to say. Oh well….I do the best that I can. 🙂

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