On Writing and Creativity

This week I admit that I'm into creative writing more than I have been in a long long time.

I grew up knowing I was a writer. And I wanted to be a grown up who was a writer.
Enter Elizabeth Gilbert on TED Talks. Words I needed to hear. Perfect words at the perfect time. Gave me goosebumps.




Lots of people over the years have told me that they liked my hand written letters.
And that they miss them.
Others tell me that they remembered articles I wrote in High School and always thought I'd go into journalism.
Recently I saw a friend who spelled it out in no uncertain terms. Basically she said: "You're a writer. You're really quite good. You have to do what you are. You have to write. People are waiting for your stories. Not everyone can write, but you can. And so get a job to pay rent, and then write. Write a lot. I expect at least two books from you this year. Now shut up and get on it."

Its true. I miss writing.
I miss writing letters.
I miss writing characters and seeing where they go.
I miss doing the research.
I miss journalistic writing. I can't stand the garbage that is printed daily at the local newspaper. Its horrifying to me that THOSE people are published writers. It burns me that as an adult, I'm not.
So this 100 days has opened Pandora's Box.

I'm writing again.

Thank you to my friend... and thank You Elizabeth. Words I needed to hear.
And I now accept that I have been neglecting my loving relationship with words and characters... and my readers.

I am all over a story I started the summer after I graduated college. The gift has been there waiting for me this whole time. Okay, enough blogging.