“You want to know why and how I just began to write poetry – to answer this question, I should say I wanted to write poetry in the beginning because I had fallen in love with words…And as I read more and more, my love for the real life of words increased until I knew that I must live with them and in them always. I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words, and nothing else.”
I have recently discovered one of the few (only?) joys of packing – finding forgotten things. I found some old journals I hadn’t seen in over a decade, treasured books that I thought were lost, priceless mementos from a trip to London and memories that are beautiful and terrible at the same time.
As I read through the journals, I realized that on almost every other page I wrote about writing. I expressed my intense passion for creating stories and poetry and my need to do it. I guess I didn’t realize how long I have had this yearning in my spirit, this love affair with language. Now I am even more determined to finish my book(s) that have been “in process” for too long. I have made every excuse imaginable over the years but there are no more excuses left. I must write.
In 2002, I wrote this in my journal, “I will write everyday. I will write about nothing. I will write about everything. I will live to write and I will write to continue my living.” Writing is a part of who I am and when I don’t do it, I feel like I am a condensed version of myself – a bad substitute. I have known this dream since I was a child. Words are magic and mayhem, words can create a stirring of my soul that nothing else can, a sentence can bring me to my feet or to my knees, words can be a mirror for my soul and a symphony for my mind. These flames that burn in me to write will not stop even after the pages turn to ashes. It is who I am created to be. It is what I am supposed to do.
What is your dream that has been placed on a shelf? Get it down. Dust it off and go live it.
I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes that inspire me to write…no matter what. I love the way these amazing writers, poets and story tellers express what writing means to them.
“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“Something interesting happens everyday. Don’t let one day pass without recording it.”
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music the words make.”
“Every word born of an inner necessity – writing must never be anything else.”
“Life can’t ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.”