I am thankful for WORDS to WRITE. I write about all sorts of stuff and I don’t necessarily write for anyone else. I just write. I write my thoughts. I write what's on my mind, something that happened, something someone said, something someone did, a response to conversations had, my feelings, dealing and getting to know myself and my love for love. I write because it frees me of some of the thoughts frolicking in my head.
I have been in the process of writing a book or four for the last 2 years. Initially, I began writing, in no real order just writing. A few different concepts and per some of my past blog posts. I talked to some friends and they were all about it and kept saying yeah, yeah, yeah - that’s good. I can’t wait to buy your book. They pumped me up and I went hard... simply writing. THEN, I lost my inspiration. I couldn’t write anything. NOTHING came from pen to paper. Nothing for 20 days. I sat up all night reading books, other blogs, newspapers, my old WRITINGS and more books. I watched movies, listened to music and even made special play lists for some inspiration. I had some great conversations with friends and even talked to God to mildly beg Him to give me some inspiration and/or direction. NOTHING for 20 days. NO blogs and NO book. NOTHING. [INSERT FRUSTRATED FACE HERE] I was blocked along with all the words that were in me. I think I just got overwhelmed with the concept of book. Folks would ask "how's the book coming?" and I would have nothing to say. It was a masterpiece of minimalism (from my favorite movie of course).
I am THANKFUL that WRITING is my outlet. I think that I WRITE well. I think that I tell a story well. I love the conversations and accolades that come from folks that know me. I believe that I have a something to say although sometimes it is rather random. I think that I have experiences to share that people can relate to. I even have people that support my WRITING and tell me how good I am all the time attempting to keep me encouraged. [INSERT SMILE HERE] All wonderful things and I appreciate it but I AM NOT SURE IF I AM GOOD ENOUGH TO WRITE A BOOK yet I still WRITE. I am THANKFUL that I am not a quitter – though I am a procrastinator [INSERT EMBARRASSMENT HERE]. I WRITE all the time and it is not always for public eyes. I WRITE to let go of some feelings that tend to linger. I WRITE to free frustrations and worry and sometimes doubt. I still WRITE letters and cards to be special. I WRITE and I am do refer to myself as a WRITER.
I am THANKFUL for WRITING because it makes me feel closer to my daddy. My father was talented with his words. He had a way with them and wrote music. Upon reflection, his way with words was powerful and captivating. He wrote all the time. I sometimes wish that I was mature enough to be around when my daddy was WRITING. I wish that I would have known more about his process. I wish that I could have understood more about his inspiration. Since I am not able, I just WRITE and try to channel him and allow him to part of my INSPIRATION.