Writing Is Like Role Play

I’m so lucky to work with children. They constantly teach and remind me of what I most need to remember every-day.

When starting something new, like writing a book, we tend to take the pursuit so seriously. I did anyway.

When I returned from a holiday break this Easter, I realised how much I’d missed the little ones I care for role playing with one another. As I overheard their made-up stories about pink trees and grumpy uncle Stan with the wonky pose, I mused at their understanding of one another’s description and eagerness to continue adding to the story the other had begun.

It made no sense to a grown up like me listening in but those pre-schoolers knew exactly what the story was about.

They were using their imagination.

They were being creative.

They were playing.

They didn’t even stop to question the correctness of what they were saying, they cared not that the trees aren’t really pink and its nose and not pose.

They just didn’t care.

They got it.

They understood the point of what they were doing.

They were in joy.

They were sharing their stories and they just understood one another perfectly.

This helped me put writing into perspective. And life itself.

Both are meant to be an expression of my creativity and joy. Not an enduring chore that I must get factually correct, with no mistakes or typos in sight.

If a reader resonates with me or my story, then just like the toddlers in role play, they will get my message, they’ll hear my story and to them it will make sense. They won’t need to criticise or find fault.

That’s my reward. I’ve exercised my imagination and expressed myself. Interpretation and understanding-that’s the readers reward, just like connection, play, and joy is the children’s role play reward, when they understand one another.

They don’t expect to be right, get recognition or earn any money from it.

They do it just because they love it. 

I never correct a pink tree story because, I know in their happy world, the trees are pink. I prefer pink to green anyway. You can argue for correctness, I just love to write.

Keep Scribbling,

Em x

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JOYOUS WRITING

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?

Stay Joyous,

Em x

Thank you for images by yogesh more from StockSnap from mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

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