I was going to be lazy today and not pull the starter cord on my brain. I was content to let it sit idle and enjoy the distant hum as it sat listless but that would go against everything I want 2015 to be – creative and filled with stories. And although I am closing in on the end of a 70-hour work week, I still feel like I should at least try to conjure a few words from the recesses of my imagination and begin the new year the way I should, by writing.
I would like my brain to become so flooded with words and images that they spill over each other to fight for their right to be etched on paper. I want to feel so full of inspiration I can do nothing BUT write to be able make room for the new ideas being born. I would like to wake up in the middle of the night and rush to the computer to capture those ideas before they escape and trickle down into the abyss of lost thoughts.
If I can do this every day, if I can play my metaphorical flute and conjure those words like a snake, writing will become a need, a desire much more passionate than just wanting to write.
Day one – success. Happy New Year everyone and may all of your wishes come true in 2015!