Reflections
From time to time I will share my observations with you. It may be an essay,a memoir, or a story. I hope you will visit me often and that my reflections will bring you pleasure.
A Passion for Writing
Friends of mine who are writers tell me about a phenomenon called writer’s block. I have no idea what that is. No, no blockage for me. My problem is running off at the keyboard.
When I sit down with the computer and Microsoft Word appears on the monitor, I am transfixed. The other parts of my life melt away like ice cream left in the sun.
Immediately I begin to write. I may refine a piece for submission. I might add to a story or article in progress, moving from one piece to another, editing, elaborating, and playing with words. Or maybe, as is the case now, an idea has bubbled up and must flow into print before it leaves my mind.
Time passes. Three hours from now I will find my coffee cup in the microwave, the water long ago cooled. I intended to make a cup of instant, but that was just before I sat down at the keyboard.
My dogs pace in and out of the room. Then they whine. Finally they bark. It is long past dinner time. But wait, for I am writing and the ideas have still not slacked.
The dishes are in the sink, unwashed from this morning. The floor needs to be vacuumed, even more than it did yesterday. Piles of mail sit on the desk awaiting my attention. The clothes I moved from washing machine to dryer earlier in the day are so wrinkled by now that I’ll probably have to wash them again.
Not now….my attention is on the screen as it displays the millions of thoughts pouring from my mind.
I hear my partner open the door, home from work. Where is the evening meal? I had planned pork chops and scalloped potatoes, but now there is only time for eggs, scrambled and plain, quite unlike the thoughts in my head. In a minute. I’ll be there in a minute.
I am an addict. I must use discipline before my addiction engulfs me. Tomorrow first thing I will do the dishes, clean the house, prepare the meals, care for my animals, wash the clothes (and dry and fold them) first. I will rush through my chores so that I can feed my passion for writing without guilt or unpleasant consequences. I will get to all of those duties tomorrow.
But right now I have to leave you. The computer is waiting, the ideas are cascading through the spill ways of my brain and I must write.