I recently decided to commit to trying to write on a consistent basis. So whether I grab a notebook and write something (usually complain) or just type nonsense I would do that. I wouldn’t try and post a blog everyday like the old finally florida blog but if I could just start again, well maybe some new/fresh idea would pop into my head and I could start having fun again. Because that is what writing is for me, essentially, at least when I’m in the flow. It’s fun. When I’m not in the flow it’s tedious and stupid at best and well that’s when I don’t do it at all. Well anyway, I’m trying to be purposeful about it and have fun and so that’s that.
And here it is Friday and part of my practice was to try and post something on Fridays, just because if I practice producing something worth reading then maybe that’ll help get those juices flowing as well. And here’s the conundrum,
it’s Friday
I got nuthin
I mean I could go on about the week. It was pretty good. I had a dragonfly fly in my window yesterday. And he/she just laid there until the rain was over. And I thought “I wonder if this is good luck” and so I Googled it and sure enough dragonflies are all kinds of good luck and so lucky me that I didn’t smash him. (I’m not really a bug smasher. I even saved a fly today, and I hate flies) Actually when I noticed him moving around again I noticed his wing was for some reason stuck to the wall. So I freed him and out he went. Doesn’t that sound like I should be having all this good luck now? Dragonfly sightings (according to Google) mean a transformation is at hand. And the fact that I unstuck my dragonfly, well, doesn’t that just sound hopeful? And maybe I’m in for some sort of transformation after I become unstuck.
I have a good imagination.
I read this book called Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. She also wrote Eat Pray Love. For anyone interested in writing it’s pretty perfect. Anyway, she says that ideas and characters sort of float around in the ethos and wait for someone to grab on to them and put them on paper. Isn’t that a crazy thought? I like it.
Maybe if I just ramble on enough some character, wanting to be written about, is going to pick me! Choose me!!
I think there are all kinds of possibilities out there in the world. Being of a certain age kinda shows you that life can change in an instant. We all know horrible things can happen in an instant, accidents, deaths, disease. BUT I believe good things can happen too. Ideas can spring forth, inspiration can come and all the sudden you are writing a book, and having fun, and laughing at the stupid things you are putting down on paper, even if you’re the only one laughing. It’s still fun.
And well that’s all I got for this Friday.
xoxoxo