I don't think there are many downsides to creativity, but this may be one of them...all of the stories we want to write but struggle to find the means to
Ohhhh Kate I feel this in my bones today. I want so desperately to lose myself in my draft and just write, but more often I've been feeling like all the creativity has been wrung out from me, from other pursuits.
Yes! You've perfectly described how I felt this Friday. I sat down to work on my draft and every word felt like a tiny, inconsistent drip that had to be wrung out.
Selkie Grove is always the beautiful ending to my week and seems like a reward for making it through another crazy and stressful time. Each week I struggle to find the right words to describe the feelings and emotions your writing evokes but always fall short. This week I may have discovered something that has not occurred to me before after sitting here and thinking for quite awhile. Especially this week, your letter read more like a wonderful and moving poem!! That's it! I just read a beautiful poem which made me see the magic and mystery in a moment of a writers life. Appreciate and love your writing Kate, Thank You for sharing a part of you with your readers.
Nearly threw my phone across the room from how good this was. This left me with CHILLS running through my chest. I've still barely caught my breath! Kate!!! Every time I read your words it feels like a swirling blanket of soft storm and gentle ghosts and flickering candles is enveloping me and guiding me to a rain-covered window, saying "Look: look at the magic hidden in the forgotten and the ancient..." then in the glass my soul is reflected back. Ah, and this topic. Lately I've been really dedicating time to my book draft, and even when it feels chaotic and messy and I can't work out what goes where, still I love it. Such comfort in knowing I'm not alone💕
Phew! How do I respond to such a delightful comment? I think your image of the reflection in a rain-covered window is so poetic. Sometimes in looking out we're looking in, and when we describe what's within us we see it's already woven into the fabric of the world...and other kindred spirits recognise that and respond? It's all too magical for words ✨
I am cheering you on with your draft, dear Katie! We're in a similar place - creating from chaos but enjoying the process!
“Because stories can’t be buried like bones. Stories are ghosts, and if left unwritten they’ll haunt you forever.”
How true this is... I am certainly haunted by all the stories I haven’t written yet 😔
I don't think there are many downsides to creativity, but this may be one of them...all of the stories we want to write but struggle to find the means to
Ohhhh Kate I feel this in my bones today. I want so desperately to lose myself in my draft and just write, but more often I've been feeling like all the creativity has been wrung out from me, from other pursuits.
Yes! You've perfectly described how I felt this Friday. I sat down to work on my draft and every word felt like a tiny, inconsistent drip that had to be wrung out.
Selkie Grove is always the beautiful ending to my week and seems like a reward for making it through another crazy and stressful time. Each week I struggle to find the right words to describe the feelings and emotions your writing evokes but always fall short. This week I may have discovered something that has not occurred to me before after sitting here and thinking for quite awhile. Especially this week, your letter read more like a wonderful and moving poem!! That's it! I just read a beautiful poem which made me see the magic and mystery in a moment of a writers life. Appreciate and love your writing Kate, Thank You for sharing a part of you with your readers.
I feel so humbled and grateful that my words are the antidote to your busy weeks! Your comments inspire me to keep sharing the 'poems' ✨
This is exactly how I feel after reading her posts too!!
Nearly threw my phone across the room from how good this was. This left me with CHILLS running through my chest. I've still barely caught my breath! Kate!!! Every time I read your words it feels like a swirling blanket of soft storm and gentle ghosts and flickering candles is enveloping me and guiding me to a rain-covered window, saying "Look: look at the magic hidden in the forgotten and the ancient..." then in the glass my soul is reflected back. Ah, and this topic. Lately I've been really dedicating time to my book draft, and even when it feels chaotic and messy and I can't work out what goes where, still I love it. Such comfort in knowing I'm not alone💕
Phew! How do I respond to such a delightful comment? I think your image of the reflection in a rain-covered window is so poetic. Sometimes in looking out we're looking in, and when we describe what's within us we see it's already woven into the fabric of the world...and other kindred spirits recognise that and respond? It's all too magical for words ✨
I am cheering you on with your draft, dear Katie! We're in a similar place - creating from chaos but enjoying the process!