The Spirit of the Word

Writing is a wonderful thing to do. That is when it is going well. When it isn’t, it’s teddy in the corner time. That’s where I have been these past weeks. With teddy in the corner.

I have since emerged, and am back to tapping the keys. Started something new and starting to feel the love again. I have not abandoned my original story of Daisy and her discoveries of family secrets but I have left her to mull a while.

It occurs to me it is about finding your way, your style. As someone remarked to me earlier in the week, nail your colours to the mast, believe in your story and write it. After it is written that is when the hard work begins.

In my writing room, I am blessed to look out at a changing landscape throughout the day. The light dances around, the clouds propel themselves across the sky and change with the course of the day. I find it helps me reflect on the changing tones of my writing.

Characters ebb and flow with the storylines and you have to live with them warts and all before you can feel the connection and commitment. This is where I have been lacking. Leaving them bare and unrefined No spirit or soul.

I was reminded of how my writing life began the other day when I came across a poet, Arthur L Wood on Twitter. He has a talent and a passion. In the old ways of Byron and Wordsworth. Ah those romantic poets with their flamboyance and agony.

Poetry is where I began, pouring out my heart and soul as a misunderstood teenager. I often wonder how much of that misunderstood teenager surfaces when the words on my page fail to work.

My words flow like a river at the moment and I am cashing in on the creative tide. Pinning my colours to the mast I am bringing the spirit alive.

Sat safe and thank you for dropping by.

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