Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn’t wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say. ~Sharon O’Brien
Often I find myself out and about, busy in the day to day task, but deeper in thought.
I think all bloggers, writers, musicians, or creative thinkers do it. We are always plotting and tweaking the next creative brainstorm banging around in our head and then rushing to get the thoughts jotted down before they dissolve as quickly as they appeared.
I was out and about just a bit ago on a daily walk and doing something along those lines. However, it wasn’t quite “what should I post?”, but “why should I bother posting.” “Why should I continue this blog or my other blog, Gregarious House?”
But then something started in motion. With Bryan Adam’s tune “A Little Love” filling my eardrums, I notice the vastness of the mountain to my right. There was a frothy mist left from a recent rain that lessened its crisp lines. But beyond it, into the mountain’s curves and recesses, I know there is abundant life moving about. I cannot see it, but am aware it is likely there. It reminds me of all the life out there that I want to experience, write about and place deep into memory. Perhaps even share.
A sudden, long breeze brushes across the road, giving warning of the storm on its way. I absorb the coolness and its meaning. It often appears that nothing built of a strong conviction thrives without first overcoming a disparaging storm that provokes uncertainty. But like the storms, I enjoy the powerful current, thunderous noise, and soothing rhythm writing can bring.
I move forward with the melodic piano of Yanni’s “A Love for Life” now sifting through my headphones and I take notice of where I place my next step. With the morning’s rain still filling the recesses in the road’s pavement, an intricate pattern was created. It sprawls and spreads; not unlike what the written thought or idea does. It may go unnoticed by some or even seem unimportant, but for others it can bring forth new thoughts and reveal a different direction. It can seep in and change what we think we see and know.
At the next moment, a song bird soars in my path just a few paces ahead of me. The decibels of his song are placed just beyond those of the keys being played on the piano. With that comes a reminder of those voices I have not yet heard. People I have not yet met; whose life song I have yet to hear over mine. An exchange happens between writers and readers; I want to experience this further.
But as I arrive home, I’m hit again with self-doubt. “Why bother?” But I proceed anyway. And while I sit here wrapping up this new post, listening as another pending storm thunders in the distance, I reflect: The winds that bring in each storm, each thought, each desire to write will be ever-changing. At one moment, all will be still, my thoughts quieted and unwilling to stir or stirring the unexpected. At another, it may just nudge me enough to take notice. But at any moment something will brew and produce a clamor in my head to fully experience, develop and give rite of passage into the written realm . It is something I will no longer be inclined to ignore. This is likely the path of most bloggers, writers, and those who delve into their creativity. It ultimately becomes a necessity to move the words forward with each wisp of air and breath .
Post on, fellow bloggers…
Read on, dear readers.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath