I sometimes wonder where I would be without writing. Well, no. Not where, but who. Who I would be if I wasn’t addicted to words and the art of language and the emotions that can be conveyed so beautifully through simple words.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. -Emily Bronte
I mean… what a simple sentence. A simple thought. But it is beautiful in its clarity and simplicity. You know there is love behind those words. A true, deep, perhaps painfully deep love.
The power of words never ceases to amaze me. My soul is often quieted by it–by books and writing and poetry and the impact that they can have on us.
I just wonder what my passion would be if it wasn’t writing. Some people feel this way about painting, or photography, or basketball. What would stir my soul? Food for thought. 🙂
I feel my book running away from me. The first 18 or so chapters just came flying out of me without much editing going on at all. Now I’m getting all kinds of new ideas–whole chapters, entirely new characters!–that need to be worked in to the beginning chapters, but I’m still feeling on a roll with the latest chapters. Ugh!
Time for some backtrack editing, I think. I need to put the new stuff on pause and just work on getting everything added in to the beginning. I need some organization!
Writing a book is a messy process, and I don’t love messy processes. I like to have a plan laid out. I might not always follow the plan, but I still like to know it’s there. I’m finding that when I’m writing all plans go out the window. I’m finding that plans in general in life tend to go out the window. But like I said… I still like to know that they are there.