Tucked Away

I’m wondering if anyone is like me.  My, but that was an open ended statement.  No, really, if you’re like me, you get these great ideas and you write them down.  Maybe the ideas come to you over a period of several days or weeks, and then you put the journal down or, better yet, you tuck it into a ‘safe place’ to be pulled out when the time comes to share it with, let’s say with your sister, who also loves to write, or maybe even potential readers of your work.  Sigh…  The only problem is, you can’t remember where you put the silly thing!

So what do you do?  Panic?  Since this happens to me so often, I’ve learned this particular reaction does very little good.  Still a little panic and the frustration that follows always occurs and then I’m worn out.  Recently, I’ve learned that if it’s in my house, it’s most probably safe, so I calm myself, knowing that someday it will be unearthed.

Usually this occurs when a male family member comes to me inquiring about something else I ‘tucked away’.  I do have a recurring vision of my great-grandkids going through Grandmaw’s things after she’s gone and wondering who this crazy old lady was.

Okay, back to the present time.  Yesterday, I was inspired (hounded) into seeking out one of those items the men in my household use to hunt with.  These items are considered gold from September to January each year and then once again ignored until ” ‘She’ puts them somewhere.”  While I was searching out the buried treasure that ‘She put somewhere’, I was distracted by a pile of RWA (Romance Writers of America) publications stacked neatly in a magazine basket and ‘tucked away’ in an upstairs bedroom.  Upon closer inspection, I found my own gold tucked tidely away between the magazines.  My treasure was my journal containing the first three beginning chapters to my next book, “Waking Up Dead”.   Oh, by the way, the hunting thing-a-bob (treasure) was also located.

Now everyone in the little house that eats things is happy hunting, writing, and living happily ever-after.  The end.

The Joy of Writing

Creative writing is a way for me to express things that mean alot to me.  I have ideas floating around in my head all the time and writing helps me sort them out and at least get them on paper.  The written word is a marvelous way to express your concerns, ideas, thoughts, joys, sorrows and just let off steam from time to time.  You also learn to understand the people around you better with a bit of consideration on paper.  Writing down our concerns allows us to put to bed the things that would otherwise fester and hurt our well-being.

To me, creative writing is like taking flight.  The sky is the limit and you are free to experience the free-fall or fly through the air on the wings of your words or simply float back to earth secure in the knowledge that you can do it all again whenever you choose.

Expressing yourself in words allows a person to grow, to bloom, and to be so much more while also being documented in print.  With that said, be careful your expression doesn’t come back to haunt you.  Unkind observations and detrimental opinions can hurt deeply, so use your skill wisely.  Freedom isn’t without responsiblity, nor is it a license to manipulate.  We all exsist together and should strive to respect those around us as we would like the same respect from them.

I am thrilled by the opportunity the internet gives us today.  It allows us to communicate with others so much easier.  Letters and postcards for the most part may be a thing of the past soon.  Blogging, like I’m attempting to do now, is a form of self-expression.  Some of us would simply like to be heard.  Our jobs and our lives may be solitary or confinded to the seemingly small world we live in daily.  To be able to express oneself opens up a whole new relm of possibilities.  What we decide to do with those possibilities is entirely up to us.  Isn’t it?

The joy of writing is something everyone can enjoy.  Whether you are a reader or an author, pleasure is gained from the experience.  Enjoy the written word!