WRITING⎢MY WRITER’S LIFE
Learning to Play and Be Messy with Words to Find the Light Again
Splattering the words on my canvas helped my writer’s voice find the color and ease of using them skillfully again
I’m struggling with my essays.
I’ve written a few drafts. As I return to edit each of them — I want to scrap them all.
Nothing feels right. Every line seems boring. I just want to close the laptop and walk away. And yet — my heart yearns to write. I have the quiet and the time.
“Brain, do your thing, will you?”
The ability to know what you want to say and say it seems straightforward. But it’s not. It’s for that reason that I know, I must write — to learn to write.
Lately, I have taken refuge in reading. Reading is safe. Reading nurtures my writer’s soul and provides comfort. The chosen words of other writers all make sense. Their writing flows.
Every paragraph connects. I am lost in their created world. I do not hesitate to finish their essays.
Their words are not mine. So the judgment light is so easily turned off. I play with the words they have painted. Their canvas is colorful or even brilliantly…
