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.
Ditto, my friend. Ditto.
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.
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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