Hi folks, this is a busy time of year. I'm busy too, but not for the same reasons. While so many are caught in a whirlwind of activity, I'm sneaking away any chance I get to work on a manuscript. It's a little surreal to hang out with folks who are bustling around thinking about presents, football games, and food. These activities hold little meaning for me.
My head is stuck on writing scenes and chapters. I'm following my heart. I'm trusting the inner me, guiding me to a the place of creativity and wonder. I'm taking time to form my own deeply considered opinions. I ask myself the question, "What do I have to say?" And then I spend hours trying to capture my elusive thoughts on the page.
I know that this urge to write seems crazy to some, but if they could hear the words whispering within them that I hear, I believe the would begin to forgo sleep and tinsel to capture the stories hovering. If you have this sort of passion of expression within you, don't bottle it up. Give it a place. Nothing great comes into this world without a decent slice of craziness.
Seize the day. I will be back next week.
This week's doodle is called: "Roses."
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead. Joss Whedon