Friday, April 22, 2011
To you my lovely followers and those passing kind souls I take the “I’m not worthy” pose and say, “Thank you.” All of your comments and kind emails touched my heart in an uplifting, wow sort of way that has snapped me back. But why was I feeling my writing was subpar?
I felt that way because it was merely heartless words on the page. As children we are taught to put words on paper but as adults we should sense or feel those words in a tangible way, otherwise, just words on a page. I was not feeling them.
I must be moved by what I write, if you enjoy it, we both win; but my words must touch MY heart first. The blogfest had me writing like a robot, no emotion and not me at all. Yes, I am my own worst critic, a perfectionist by character flaw and believe me; my character is flawed right now.|
I began to ask myself, if I do not laugh at my own words why should others? If I do not stop and make myself think about a concept why should others? If I tell a story and it does nothing but relate an event, have I created anything but words on the page? This led to the subpar feeling.
I hope you understand my heart did not feel the words I was writing, my fingers just hitting keys and I imposed a hiatus. I tucked myself away and listened to music. As loud as I legally could I played my beloved B.B., Etta and slew of other musical medicinal cures, thumping my heart back into writing rhythm.
No robot writing for me, the only robot I want is the one that eradicates those alien dust bunnies.
I’ll be making the rounds. But from me to you… Have a great weekend.