It’s been seven hours and fifteen days……okay, that may be a slight exaggeration (and a very cheesy song reference) but it feels pretty close to the truth that I have just faced. I looked at my blog posts for the last 27 days and I have posted 6, a measly 6, blog posts during this 27 day period. I have never been this bereft of creativity since I began my blogging journey.
And once those two words settled into my brain, I felt the familiar pull I feel when I write. Calling it a blogging journey doesn’t really do it justice. It doesn’t truly encompass the creative path that I have carved for myself since I became a member of the WordPress writing community. In this world, I have discovered many who share my passion and I have uncovered a deep part of myself that was grossly underutilized.
We all find things that give us a sense of freedom, moments that we can savor the state of true abandon from reality. Writing gives me that indulgence. It permits me to leave the rest of the world behind and go where the words take me. Nothing does compare to the pleasure I get when I tune out my inner critic and just let the words say what they want to say. Writing is the one thing in my life that I not only give complete freedom to but also allow it honesty without the constraints of censorship.
And although I know considerable chunks of time have seeped into the cracks and pushed the chasms of my imaginative spurts further apart, I continually stand on the precipice of inspiration, ready to seize any opportunity that the writing Gods see fit to send my way.