Before I write, I feel edgy. Restless.
Still , I often resist the page.
I resist the words that long to spill out of me. Words that have gotten lodged in my body, leaving me feeling on edge, fidgety, like I want to crawl out of my skin.
I ignore the page and instead clean or do laundry or scroll through Facebook or call a friend, trying to dislodge the words indirectly. But they are too deep. Only the precise motion of the pen across the page can excise them.
There. A word is shaved off a rib. Another coaxed out from the tender space behind a knee. More peeled away from the wet meaty flesh of my heart. Still more sifted out of the blood flowing through my body behind my shin.
Each word that is freed from the body and captured on the page leaves me feeling both lighter and more grounded.
It’s not the words that create the heaviness but the battle with resistance. All the restlessness that I try to channel into cleaning or organizing doesn’t touch the depth of the resistance. Those tasks merely mask that trapped energy, mask those words that have gotten stuck and no amount of busy work will lure them out.
Only the gentle movement of breath and the steady motion of my pen across the page will release the pent up energy that bubbles just below the surface of my soul.
The effort of writing is always worth the ease of being that follows.
The transformation is almost instant. With each word that escapes from the end of my pen, the easier I breathe, the more content I feel in my skin.
After I write, I am more present.
After I write, I am more me.
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How much did I write today?
What did I work on?
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WYA Dig Deeper and Writing Prompt
Times of day:
morning, late afternoon, and night
Eager to show up to the work.
MY WIP feels like a giant jumble of puzzle pieces that have no edges and are all the same color.
Carefully reading through what I have, chapter by chapter, noting the balance of current story versus back story, making notes of questions alone the way.
I tend to my writing daily and it flourishes even when it feels dormant.
Write Yourself Alive: A 30 Day Challenge