I started writing again today and I’ve got those creative butterflies of excitement dancing inside me.
AS I delve into the hub of possibilities, I find there’s something quite spiritual about the writing process. When we sit down and connect with our superconscious mind, we’re able to unleash the unlimited well of information, ideas, concepts and craziness, a place where we’re not confined to time or space, right or wrong, good or bad.
The ripe out pouring of the first draft of rough ideas, is akin to falling in love with a stranger and not knowing how the story will unfold and where you’ll end up. Free of self-doubt, full of pleasure, as words flow freely onto the page. Guilt is absent as you’re swept up in the romance of an idea. And in that moment, thoughts of, you should be doing this or doing that, or spending time with someone else, pales into insignificance, as the pleasure of the pen takes over and a love affair begins.
The sky could be falling in but your determination to get your thoughts down on paper are focused on nothing else.
In creative joy nothing else seems to matter.
Momentarily your nature of reality changes and you enter into new, unseen worlds and theories. Suddenly tapped into universal knowledge and inspiration, that you never knew existed in the recess of your mind.
In the afterglow of prose conception, as you read it through for the first time, you know your pen was poetically guided. Although in the first throes of inscription, no striving for perfection was present, yet, what unfolds from joyous writing is always perfect.
How about you, where’s your joyous writing taking you today?