It was about this time last year when I began writing in earnest again. My work at All Things Girl as well as blog writing. And I wrote. Daily. And I began to get stronger as a writer. I would sit at my desk and the words would simply flow.
But one day, my muse got up and walked away. Maybe that’s exaggerating. One day, my muse began drifting away - my ability to write just started flowing the opposite direction…and she hasn’t found her way back into my mind enough…
Writing, like any art, has to be nurtured. And I guess I had stopped
nurturing my writing - getting distracted with my day to day life - and
responsibilities….
I become distracted with everything around me when I try to sit
down here at the computer and write. I start writing but I get off task.
I stumbled upon something I used to do regularly - it’s a forced thing. But earlier this week, it began working again. And it’s a combination of things.
Sometimes, in this day and computer age, we forget that getting back to the basics can sometimes be more successful than we remember.
So. I took a notebook with me on an out of town trip, and wrote parts of 2 pieces I needed to write. I wrote a bit at the doctor’s office while waiting with my daughter for her appointment.
Yesterday, I went to the little cafe at my hair salon for lunch. NO appointment, just lunch. And I got so much done. It was quiet - there wasn’t much distraction. It was all about ME time. I wrote for almost an hour and it felt so good.
Later in the evening, I chose to escape. No, the kids aren’t home, but there is so much in my house that needs to be done I feel guilty being home and not doing it.
I need to nurture my writing, but yet I deny myself when I look around at what needs to be done. So, I escaped home and spent another hour or more writing. I was on a roll until exhaustion overtook me and I fell asleep.
It was comforting, in a way, when I woke and my head was on my notebook and the pen was still in my hand…
I have one particular piece of personal writing I want to finish. I’m writing part of it for a friend - and have a deadline to get it to him as he leaves the country for two weeks.
I want to meet that deadline for him. But. I need to finish it not simply because I promised it for him - I need to do it for me.
It’s time I allow my search for my writing muse to become focused again. To toss aside my distractions and once again nurture her. In nurturing my muse, I find I also nurture myself - and find ways back to my soul…