“Your profession is not what brings home your paycheck. Your profession is what you were put on earth to do–with such passion–and such intensity–that it becomes spiritual in calling.” Vincent Van Gogh
Don’t know that it feels spiritual in calling, though in the past, my urge to write has felt that way at times. I do know that no matter what else I’m doing, a part of my mind is always on this work. I watch real scenarios in this world and reenact them as mini-scenes. I can sense a possible plot from the smallest remark. A particularly emotional piece of music can have me tightening my hands into fists as the urge to express those feelings fills my lungs.
There are times when I’m trying to work with many distractions around me and something will swell in my chest, a feeling of instinct, a certain knowledge that were I to truly focus, I could write something so profound, my need to be a “great writer” would prove a real possibility.
I do write with distractions, but I’d love to see how much I could accomplish without. I’m not talking of ridding myself of work, family and friends, no. I’m talking about the true quieting of the mind–discovering that infinitely endless and private place we all have inside of us. A couple of weeks ago, I found it and wrote nearly five thousand words in one sitting. My cp said it was one of my strongest chapters yet. That tells me something important. Something I did know already, but having an outsider second the thought always helps.
That deep, inner well of creativity is where the “really” good stuff is. <g>
We all have it. There are many who know how to find it daily. They can install themselves in a bubble and focus–no matter what’s around them. I can, too. I just haven’t found it an easy process.
So, my goal this year, is to create a shortcut. No more noisy labyrinths of thoughts and worries to dissect. I’ll make a straight and simple path–even if I have to bulldoze over a few things. 🙂
