courtesy of becca and her ever thought provoking site, write on wednesday
I’m writing u a poem by *saltyshadow on deviantART
in the nearly two years that i have been blogging,, the majority of what i have written,, not only here but on just paisley…. as well as the now defunct the ink pot,, has been written within the comfort zone that surrounds the only subject on which i will ever be completely qualified to write.. and that subject, is me..
yet, as i stated in a piece i posted on just paisley…. back in august,, in a poem entitled. and i wait… i find myself at a crossroads of sorts as,,
i have bared my soul,
i have spoken my piece
i have laid my demons to rest
and i curl up,, beside them now
like a favorite blanket
and i strum the silken edges
and allow the twilight to fill me
the peace to over come me
the silence to become my friend…
while i have no intention of removing the introspective writings from my repertoire completely,, for the time being,, i have chosen to step back.. i have even been silent at times.. i have spent a good deal of time collecting inspiration, instead of producing posts, based on inspiration supplied by others..
time was i had no “draft file”.. i had no works in progress.. what i posted for you that day,, was conceived and executed in the moments (or in my case,, more accurately hours) just previous to posting.. everything was fresh,, everything was right now,, my “writing zone” was the urgency that was coursing thru my veins at any given moment…
in the more recent past, however,, i have allowed myself to luxuriate in my writing.. i have started and saved snippets of both poetry and fiction… i have gathered delicious lines of inspiration from the verses of other poets i admire.. i have made contacts with photographers and artists with whom i have opened the lines of communication, so that as their work inspires me, we can work in proper collaboration,, blending their areas of expertise, with what i would like to believe are mine… currently, i am privileged to have , a draft file that is virtually filled over flowing…. and for the first time,, what i am writing,, feels like a creative process,, as compared to the expulsion of emotion…
this change in my writing process has allowed me plenty of time to work on pieces i have no intention of posting here.. for instance, i am currently working on and researching a full length fiction piece.. unlike the one i was “power writing” for nano last year,, this one is extricated from and constructed of factual bone,, over which i must lay the warmth of pulsating flesh… it requires research and organizational qualities that bleeding angst filled memories on the page, does not.. it is both an experience and a question mark every day as i set forth to write..
i find myself enthralled with the process.. i am struggling and yet,, i am in no danger of going under.. i am making mistakes,, and taking pleasure in their correction.. i am for the first time working without the cattle prod of inner demons driving me on,, and strangely enough,, it feels good.. it feels like creation.. it feel alive and vibrant and although i am ever unsure of my footing,, it is a journey into the far reaches of my “writing zone” that i intend to see thru…
