Well, my commitment to daily writing is beginning to pay off. I've been making myself write, even if it's only a few lines every day. That simple exercise opened up some writing ideas I'm now working on. I'm keeping the details to myself, as I know this will be a long journey. Also, the last couple of times I shared my writing ideas with friends, it led to a complete writer's block for me. It's as if saying it out loud caused the thoughts to dissipate into thin air.
I don't know where this will ultimately take me. The dream is publication, but I'm satisfied with just putting the metaphorical "pen to paper" or as is really the case, "fingers to keyboard"!
Have an awesome weekend, dear friends!
Friday, March 8, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Making a Writing Commitment
I have been so undisciplined in my writing. That does not work, if you have dreams of ever being published. I've written some short stories and poems, started a couple of books still waiting to be finished, and there's also this blog, which I've seriously neglected. Saturday, I decided I needed to make a daily writing commitment, so I started a memory journal. Each day, I'm adding whatever memory happens to surface at that moment, in no particular order. It's an exercise in writing, and I'm hoping this daily work will open up my mind and rid me of the writer's block I've had.
My head has always been filled with stories I've wanted to write and share. Something always stops me. For years I told myself I'd write when life was less busy, when the kids were in school, then when they were grown, when I felt better, when the moment was right, one "good reason" after another. When I was young, it was insecurity about my abilities, or the worry that what I chose to write about would disappoint my family and friends. I felt I should be writing faith-based material, when what I was seeing in my mind were these crazy stories. I let myself be trapped by what I perceived to be others expectations.
I tested the water a few years ago with some poetry I considered "dipping my toes" into some of the things that haunt my thoughts. There were a couple of "I love it" and "It was very dark, but good" but mostly there was silence. I took the silence as a negative critique. I allowed it to redirect me, and subsequently the writing eventually stopped.
When I looked into the mirror Saturday afternoon, at the older woman looking back at me, I realized I'd put my dreams on hold for too long. I'm calling for my "muse" to come back. I'm exploring the idea it is still not too late. The writing exercises have begun, and we shall see where this leads.
Wishing you a beautiful day...
© 04MAR2013 ajjahner
My head has always been filled with stories I've wanted to write and share. Something always stops me. For years I told myself I'd write when life was less busy, when the kids were in school, then when they were grown, when I felt better, when the moment was right, one "good reason" after another. When I was young, it was insecurity about my abilities, or the worry that what I chose to write about would disappoint my family and friends. I felt I should be writing faith-based material, when what I was seeing in my mind were these crazy stories. I let myself be trapped by what I perceived to be others expectations.
I tested the water a few years ago with some poetry I considered "dipping my toes" into some of the things that haunt my thoughts. There were a couple of "I love it" and "It was very dark, but good" but mostly there was silence. I took the silence as a negative critique. I allowed it to redirect me, and subsequently the writing eventually stopped.
When I looked into the mirror Saturday afternoon, at the older woman looking back at me, I realized I'd put my dreams on hold for too long. I'm calling for my "muse" to come back. I'm exploring the idea it is still not too late. The writing exercises have begun, and we shall see where this leads.
Wishing you a beautiful day...
© 04MAR2013 ajjahner
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Those Ancestors!
The plan was to get out to the garage today, but I've been a bit under the weather, and it feels little too cold outside for me right now though it's supposed warm up later. I also received a phone call, which led to looking up information on Ancestry.com, which led to researching other family members, so I'm sitting here at the computer, still needing that first cup of coffee and some breakfast, and I'm not even dressed yet!
In my search for ancestors, I've discovered some answers but even more questions. The problem is, the people who could have answered my questions have passed on. It's ironic that several friends, who are searching for information on their families, are in the same situation. I was interested in family history, when I was young, but not enough to really research or ask questions. How I wish I'd started sooner. It's still an adventure, it's just taking a lot longer to find the right connections. I'm the type of person who loves puzzles, so it's fun for me.
Now I really must go get that cup of coffee! Have a glorious weekend!
In my search for ancestors, I've discovered some answers but even more questions. The problem is, the people who could have answered my questions have passed on. It's ironic that several friends, who are searching for information on their families, are in the same situation. I was interested in family history, when I was young, but not enough to really research or ask questions. How I wish I'd started sooner. It's still an adventure, it's just taking a lot longer to find the right connections. I'm the type of person who loves puzzles, so it's fun for me.
Now I really must go get that cup of coffee! Have a glorious weekend!
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