I’ve been writing poetry lately, as evidenced by a glance at my blog. I’ve been inspired by a wonderful poet by the name of Dean J. Baker. His work lives and breathes. With a minimalist approach, his words accuse, tease, reveal, threaten and impose. It’s truly a distraction. I’m supposed to be working on my collection of short stories, although I confess it’s good to have the occasional diversion, if brief. Sometimes, the stimulation of another person’s work serves to give us just the inspiration we need to carry on with our own work, so thank you Dean.
I don’t know about you, but writing isn’t a sedentary experience for me. Much like a performer on a stage, I let go and allow myself to forget I’m even there. I tend to allow the character or feeling to take over, until I’m immersed in the moment. Magic happens. Words spring forth from a well of unknown origin. From the outside looking in one may wonder at my sudden bursts of emotion, my need to offer indistinguishable utterances to the empty wind, and my occasional rants that propel me up from my chair to pace a bit before dropping back into lost thought. I haven’t been hauled off for psychiatric testing…yet. If it that happens, will somebody please make sure to send a pen and some paper?
For years, when I would make attempts to connect with the writer inside me, I suppressed the natural language that came from my characters. I actually feared it, as it startled my naïve brain that obscenities and horrific details of depraved actions would urge themselves upon the paper, my paper. I struggled with it and set my pen aside. I focused on everything else but writing. Finally, after having a bit of life experience and understanding that writing is such a part of me that to deny it is to deny myself, I am at peace with words I write. I can’t worry over the judgment others pass, and believe me, they do. No, all I can do is write.
I feel as though I’m at a stage of awakening in my life, a place of living with my eyes wide open for once and the things I see are amazing and wonderful. The people I’m meeting are interesting and insightful. The works of others I’m reading are transforming and inspiring. I believe they call this living an authentic life. I’m not quite there yet but I’m on my way.
How about you? Who inspires you? Any quirky habits when you write? Are you being true to yourself as a writer? Please share – I always love hearing from you!