Tuesday, April 17, 2012
I have never been able to really describe the feeling that comes when I know there is something in me that needs to get written. Almost like the winds changing direction, the turn of a season, an internal shift in mood, a more sensory experience that leads me through the day. Before the words reveal themselves there is something that tells me Pay Attention. There is something alarming about this feeling, but also something gravitational. Something that makes me feel firmly cemented to the earth and yet disconnected longing to connect. Maybe it's because I'm reading really good writing right now. Maybe it's more inspiration than anything. The pure pleasure I get from reading a string of well crafted words strung together in a mouth-watering sentence. How my heart leaps when I read a line that moves me to move.
Maybe I'm just getting ready before jumping back into a work in progress that I know cuts me right to the core. Or maybe I'm just feeling a little gnarly.