Prayers

21 06 2014

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Shades, colors, contours, shadows. As the day exhales toward dusk, I feel the air move through me, it’s cool ease on my mind; the struggles of the day evaporate like sweat. Salt: just a memory.





Ideas Aren’t Always What They Scream

24 03 2011

There is nothing like when your passion takes hold. The flame spreads, it gets higher and higher. The heat is palpable. In fact, I have to write this blog just to let off some steam. What began as a spark and grew to a flush of inspiration is on the verge of exploding up into a full-blown practice.

I know everyday won’t be this productive. Believe me. Any writer who is still writing has dealt with drought. But since they are still writing, they have learned how to turn that to their advantage, to find some creative opportunity be it just a sentence a day, a word, or even just staring at the screen or a notebook for fifteen minutes a day (which can be akin to something meditative). Something in that ritual pulled them through; they pulled themselves through. Because they had to. Those no longer writing? I guess they didn’t need it bad enough.

It makes me wonder what it is that we need. There can be no more pretentious thing to say than, “I am writing a novel.” Perhaps that is why many young writers are so glib about telling people. They either want people to know, or they realize how ridiculous it sounds but they still want people to know because it is such a large task.

At thirty four, I am not sure I am still considered a young writer. But I know that I don’t want to tell anybody I am writing novel. Of course, I just told you. It’s like walking around with a giant egg. People are not sure whether it’s real or not, let alone whether it will actually hatch.

One thing I want to remember, is how I feel right now. Because the exhilaration won’t last forever, especially when the work really piles on.