The Writing Gods Must Be Crazy

Writing is a rewarding, and exhausting, art form. Some authors simply pluck a word from the jungle of excess (known as a dictionary). They use the fabric of their minds to cross-stitch the idiom into a poured over, sought after, elusive, sister word, before wiping the bucket of sweat from their brow and beginning anew. Other writers will sit down, give their computer screen the stink eye, wiggle their fingers over the keyboard and masterfully slice the vein wide open.

I've interviewed a number of authors (from beginners to NYT Bestsellers) and their methods of delicious madness all vary. But they all have one thing in common: they love what they do. Writing is a seriously thankless job at times - especially when starting out and the money is imaginary. But the reward comes from letting the pressure go, and allowing yourself to create. It's that simple and that insanely complex.

Write now. Right know. Right now I am creating. For myself mostly, but this is my release. To string words together, because they mean something to me, and give them to you. It's not a dancing circus of underwear gnomes, but it is a gift. My gift to you. I hope you will turn and give your own to someone else. Your words, because whether or not you know it, or need for them to - they will inspire someone.

Today's word is: Blandiloquence 

Words Are Flowing Out Like Endless Rain Into A Paper Cup

I come back to The Beatles for most prophesy filling answers in my life. Sound silly? Well, it probably is, but I'm okay with that. I'm terribly comfortable with my relationship with John, Paul, George and Ringo. Truth be told, I'm more at home in my fellowship with the four gents, than I am with most other people. I'm actually a very private girl. (Says the crazy hussy writing a blog for the whole universe - or two people actually viewing this - to read.) 


I tend to second guess my thoughts, swirl them around for extended periods of time and then spend hours replaying them after they've inevitably gushed from my lips. My teeth never seem to be able to find the chomp necessary to grind them out before I unleash them. Such is life. 


But the Beatles, well I never second guess the music, the inspiration or the words that they embed in my overactive brain. I have learned (underscore and capitalize) that somethings do change my world. That I can't barricade myself from the universe happening to me, as it plays on around me. And I've recently lost who I am, or who I thought I was supposed to be. So I'm changing my world now, and sitting back to try and enjoy the moments as they greet me. 


I hope it will help me to become a more perceptive writer, but mostly, I hope it will allow me to be a better person for you. That's what I imagine, and what I hope to keep bringing into my life. 


Today's word is: perspicacious. 

Imagination Highway

As a writer, I spend most of my time inside of my own head. It's a crowded, bawdy, entertaining and often neurotic land. I love my overactive imagination. It has allowed me a safe, quick and hearty passage from life when life is too demanding, rude or dysfunctional. I'm a reactive girl, and when inspired I tend to jump before looking to see if my feet will catch me. I just drag them along and they eventually land where they will. 

I feel like I'm leaping off a very tall cliff as I write this blog. Blogs...intimidate me. And as I take tiny, reluctant steps towards turning 30, I've decided to get over myself. So I am writing this blog. The challenge I have presented to myself is to make this blog about two things: words (my most favorite creations) and letting my balalaika's ring out. 

So here is today's word: filipendulous. As for my balalaika's, listen closely - you will hear the strings as they softly begin to find their voice.