Thursday, January 5, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The Definition of Insanity

Staring at the screen, thinking of you;
Wondering if I'm on your mind, too;
Pondering whether your eyes scroll my page;
Remembering us at a different age;
     Imagining words too afraid to say...then.
     Wishing opportunities came my
Dreaming realities seen only staring at the screen.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

My Red Pen

Idea after idea popped into my head during my commute this morning. Some of them strung together so fluidly I'd find myself cruising down paths of text. On each avenue, I'd lean back in my seat, relaxing into the ride. Without fail, each time, I'd be jolted upright by the sudden appearance of a big, red wall. Braking quickly to avoid impending collision, I'd begin looking for another road paved with thoughts from whatever ideas surfaced next.

As my ability to find new paths grew more and more futile, I surrendered to the need to confront the source of those walls, My Superego. This culprit is HUGE, walks loudly, and carries a red-ink stick. I tend to give in to it most of the time thereby leading a pretty cloistered life. This may be an asset for a single mom seeking to set a good example for daughters; however, for a novice writer attempting to develop prose, it's a major deficit.

The super-constructor of walls tells me: I can't write about that idea. Nope, can't write about that one, either. And, if I wrote about THAT one... After all, what are the moral/relational/emotional/legal/whatever-al implications!?

Enough! I've allowed my red pen to edit a lot of my life. This year, in this space, my written life will be free. I know the transition won't be easy; but, I'm looking forward to enjoying the ride!

Monday, January 2, 2012

A New Year, A New Venture...

I have no idea what the theme of this blog will be. All I know is I've been meaning to write, have purchased several books on writing over the past 2 years, and just have to start somewhere.  

Some days this may just be a space for me to vent or question or share what I've learned. Other days it may be the spot on which a lyric or story idea or poem appears.

Whatever the case, I hope you come and pray you leave feedback in a respectful, edifying way. Who knows? Having YOU in my process may be just what I've needed.

So, hold me accountable to write; respond to what I write; and, we may be pleasantly surprised at what the next 363 days may bring.