Writing about what I am thinking is my way of sorting out the tangled threads of thought that sit on my brain as I marinate in the feelings they elicit. Those feelings are ground into words that make no sense and fly around in an endlessly repeating cycle until for some reason, and often in another set of circumstances, something triggers them into alignment and a picture emerges. The picture is not a vision, but a story, a poem or an essay.
This process has been part of my writing life for as long as I can remember. It is impossible for me to share it in any deeper sense than that described here. Sometimes it takes weeks for me to cobble together the vision. Other times, it seems instantaneous. I’m sure I am no different than any other writer so this revelation is mundane at best. But for me at least, it’s an acknowledgment that there is a process. And really, it’s me saying, this is how it works for me and I’m ok with it.
My life has been filled with blessings and I truly have not suffered any tragedies. My writing then reflects only that I wish everyone the best in life and that we should be good to one another. Maybe I am just really optimistic. If that is the case, for that I am also grateful.
I hope you enjoy what I write and understand that my Ode to Writing is just a public journal about my ideas. Thank you for visiting my blog. I hope you stop by often.