Creative Power

Life has been getting in the way of my writing.  Oh...and summer.  Summer play, summer sun, summer fun....these too have been getting in the way of my writing.

It's not like I don't have ideas. 

I have ideas.  Great ideas.  But there has been so much to do. 

Grandkids.

Pool time.

Boat time.

And.....work.  I love work.  Love my clients.  But it does require about 40 hours a week from me.

But I am on a quest.  A quest for inspiration.  A quest for time. 

So, I checked out all the books the library had on writing.  I hope I am not depriving another desperate writing soul on needing these books, but I had to grab them all.  Cling to them.  And hope for something to creep out of them and into me.

I am enjoying "If You Want To Write" by Brenda Ueland.  Written in 1938, her wisdom towers above the language of today and gets down to the nitty gritty. 

Chapter I ~  Everybody is Talented, Original and Has Something Important To Say
            How's that for inspiration

And a few other Chapter favorites ~

• Sooner Strangle an Infant in Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires - William Blake
• Why Women Who Do Too Much House-work Should Neglect It for Their Writing
• Keep a Slovenly, Headlong, Impulsive, Honest Diary

I am feeling inspired. 

Farwell to Summer

The change of seasons has officially begun. The trees that were so green in the spring and summer have turned gold and orange and red. As much as I love the fall, I feel alive in the summer. I feel active and I embrace life more. So when it passes into memory, I feel a sort of grief. I say goodbye while I look anxiously toward the time when the leaves come out again in greens that seem too green to be true. When the water calls my name and shows off the diamonds it holds on its surface. While reading my Creating Keepsakes magazine, I ran across a section in the journaling section called "your words". It summed up how I feel on this chilly October day. I give credit to Jana Patterson who wrote it so very well.

"Today, we will skim across the clear blue surface as fast as we can to try and catch those last rays of summer, shimmering on the horizon. Today, we will swim like dolphins, even though the water has begun its yearly change to cold and dark. Today, we will jump and laugh, splash and act silly, for we can only do it this one last time....

Before we must smile at the sunset and say, 'Good-bye, old friend! It's been fun this year. We'll be waiting with jourous expectation until you come back to us and welcome us into your warmth once again!' "

This reminds me of our friends Terry and Stephenie who share their boat and lake with us during the summer. Of the long talks she and I have floating around while the boys solve the problems of the world. I think of this past summer when all the grandkids shared sand and sun with me. Where I got to be a child again, through their eyes.

I can hardly wait for next year.