unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.
when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
The above is from my favorite part of a poem by Charles Bukowski called “So You Want To Be A Writer” – which is the poem that made me fall in love a start buying volumes of his work. For very obvious reasons, as you can tell from the example.
The reason I’m even sharing this piece in particular, is because it perfectly describes how my writerly brain has been working the past week – which is BETTER THAN EVER.
I’m not saying my brain is as awesome as it was prior to the Mysterious Sickness of Doom aka Sjogren’s Syndrome. But the writer part of my head is alive and well this week. My muse has been poking around, and I’ve almost gotten a plot figured out completely for an entirely new book! WOO! You have no idea how excited I am. This is the Universe jabbing at me with a sharp stick, saying “Hey… Hey, you. Yeah, you there. Get the work. You’ve spent enough time screwing around.”
I hear you. LOUD AND CLEAR.
Which is why I’ve decided to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November. WOOHOOOO!
Wish me luck, kiddos!
Any who, thought I would share that really quick.
~Angel
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