At the risk of seeming overly loquacious, I have challenged myself to post every day for the month of November. What began as a drip of creativity has turned into a steady stream and threatens to flood my thoughts, and my keyboard. The words that I envisioned having to struggle to find are lending themselves with no contest and ideas present themselves in unending fashion. The sands in the hourglass that represent my ideas seem to refill themselves as quickly as they dissipate through the pinhole in that blown glass.
No longer is my imagination confined in such a small space. No longer are my thoughts trapped in a glass bulb, buried in a myriad of cognitive ideas. With one gentle turn, the essence of my words now flows as freely as those infinitesimal grains. Ideas churn in the vortex of sand as they fight to free themselves from the bottleneck and into their new-found freedom.
Those thoughts, each small granule of sand that escapes into the path of indulgence, remind me why I began this journey. I am compelled to follow this yearning to put letters and words on a page. I find myself creating characters and dialogue while I shop for groceries. I compose outlines while driving home from work and I dream in paragraphs.
I write because I am inspired to write. I write to indulge the little voices in my head that lead me into creativity, and I write because, through my writing, I have finally discovered who I was meant to be.