Writers write, right?
I got caught up in the whole, "So what have you been working on?" question. Whenever that question comes up, I have to wring out my brain for an answer. Last time I was asked that I literally stuttered. I had no idea how to answer and finally I just said, "Well I am writing on my blog, and that's about it." Well, that foolish but true answer got me thinking about what I do. The truth is that I am writing, I just need to value where and what I write these days. Every thing is not about getting a publishing deal or even spinning your words perfectly. Being present at the page is an accomplishment.
I have three children and a very full (disorganized) life. With so many things on my mind, now is not my time to work on that novel or start pulling together my memoir proposal. Now is the time for me to get back in the flow of writing. Letting it all come out as imperfect as it may be.
And belittling what you do is a surefire way to cut yourself off from inspiration.
In some capacity or another I write almost every single day. Through my blogs I have the opportunity to write what I like, how I like. I can experiment, vent, ask questions. Even when my writing is just plain terrible, people don't hate me so much. Well, when my blogs actually get written. So it's not the Great American Novel dripping with Pulitzer Prize potential - but my words are out there.
The characters I have created lost in old manuscripts and journals are still alive and well somewhere in my office. I occasionally still hear from them, but mostly they remain quiet and still. I like to think that they are patiently waiting for me to get back to them. And one day I will.
But not today. Today it's about the bloggin'