Love Letters & Bad Poetry

Listen – I’m tired of writing into the void. No one cares, right? 🤣🤓 It’s seems like a waste of time to post here. At the end of the day, I write because I have to. It’s an actual need. My biggest challenge right now is that I write the lines that slip easily off my tongue and flow from my fingers into the notes app on my phone, or in a document on my laptop. I write into this void because I must. I write it because it has to go somewhere.

But what I need to do, is buckle down and write these novels that have captured my heart. These characters are my loves. The short stories, the bad poems, the love letters? They are too easy – at least the way I’m writing them. They’re a quick fix. I’m taking the easy way out sometimes. I can’t say it, so I write it. I didn’t have time and space to work out the sentences that turn into 100,000 words, so I jot these quick thoughts down, hoping it helps this compulsion – helps me process what I can’t out loud.

But, this weekend my #1 goal, starting tomorrow morning, is to finish my writing corner (a corner in my bedroom) and get my butt in the chair and work on these novels. I live in a small apartment and my day job is work from home several days a week. I keep a desk for that workspace in the corner of my small “dining room.” While my original plan was to write there too, it felt like too much time at the work desk. I needed more time away from that headspace.

I pulled my grandma’s writing desk (antique secretary style desk) into the corner of my bedroom – where I’d have a view of the trees as I write. Tomorrow, I’ll finish moving furniture and I’ll hang some artwork there to keep me inspired. Maybe I’ll share it after I do that. My new apartment has a bigger bedroom than my last apartment and I’m super excited to have more space. I’m adding a little sitting corner, too. I love it.

But back to writing. The thing about my writing is that like reading was to me as a child, my writing is a dear companion and it helps me see the world through different eyes (and sometimes to see better through my own eyes). When excuses are easy (i.e., Ugh I don’t want to sit at my work desk for two hours after work to finish writing that chapter. Less than 800 sq ft feels really small at times like that.). For that reason, the quick flitting thoughts fly through the air and land on the page. The need is satiated until the next day when the muse returns, looking for me.

What I’m getting at is, maybe I should slow my roll on this here blog, so I put in more time in on my Scrivener app, finishing THREE novel that need attention. I’m excited about finishing my writing space tomorrow and writing the words I’m no longer afraid to write.