I usually love rainy days, the gloom outside my windows is suprisingly….inspirational. But the last week here in NE PA has been, to say the least…uninspirational to the 10th power :/. So today, I saved and closed my best friend for the last year (said word document containing a world that I imagine would scare the hell out of me if I was really there), and signed into my neglected blog. Ive been feeling guilty with myself really, sometimes the story im attempting to write consumes every thought in my head, and sometimes it refuses to come out, i imagine the story itself is stopping me from going any further….you see, it wants to go one way, and I of course, want it to go somewhere else entirely. So at the moment, we are at a standoff, silly as it sounds, eventually the story will gain its strength and push me to follow down its rabbit hole, instead of mine. My green must be showing as far as being a blogger, I dont know if anyone could relate to this, but when im not writing my manuscript (or giving it the stare of persuasion), I feel like any other writing I do could be better spent working on said manuscript. But I digress, any writing is good and as im filling in the blankk spaces here, it does feel good, connecting, sharing, telling, releasing.
I look at blogs probably daily and I’ve come to an opinion, we all want to share something that will inspire someone even for a brief moment, If you’re reading this, then I hope you somehow connected with even a few words, and I think my therapeutic exercise in blogging has pulled me over a hump that I thought would last for days. Write, write, write — if its all you can do but to sit and get words down, then you’re meant to keep sitting down and getting those words down. I’m pulling for you, without ever knowing who you are, because in the end, anyone passionate enough to store a world not of their own inside their head, and spin that into a story to share with anyone who will read it. Is EXTRAORDINARY..til next time 🙂