Today’s words are like big white fluffly clouds of thoughts. I feel like they need to be left floating around for a bit, before I take out my chisel and pick them appart.
— UNEDITED FIRST DRAFT —
I’m not big on mess-making, but I’m starting to appreciate its creative value.
My son’s favorite thing is to draw a big messy scribble and find the picture that’s hidden within it. That’s what this week’s posts have felt like, big messy sentences with hidden gems tucked between the words.
Clicking Publish shines a new light on my writing, illuminating the inner artist I didn’t know existed within me. Instead of struggling through this challenge, I find myself thriving in it. I’m thinking like an artist which is making me feel like a writer.
The more I’ve published, the more self-judgement I’ve managed to release. I’m growing to appreciate all the mistakes, breaks and redundancies in my writing. Feeling less eager to “become” a writer, I’m beginning to fall in love with the process of becoming a writer. (Not quite there, but close)
In the messy pile of words that have filled these 16 posts, I’m slowly uncovering an authentic joy for writing, I had previously failed to see.
Follow me on Instagram @onemomswords to see if these thought clouds land.
This is a new blog: no purpose yet, no images yet, no clear sense yet; just words, lots of tangled words.