We all have a Process
“I thought you were writing”, he says to me sarcastically, as I sit on the deck in the sunshine. I’m staring into space on a cozy chair, sipping a cup of coffee. The warmth of the sun and the cushion of my seat, is such a pleasant way to wake up, and think. It appears as though I am being “lazy”.
Perhaps I am, but I am still being productive.
What he doesn’t understand is that I AM writing. I am gathering thoughts. I am allowing the world around me to inspire me. I am shutting off my phone and my other gadgets to allow myself the freedom to think without distraction. I am listening to sounds, breathing aromas and watching life unfold in front of me.
It is a PROCESS.
Writing is not always a VISUAL ART. Much of it is twirling around inside your brain at 1000 miles an hour, searching for words and meaningful banter to connect into a masterpiece. Most writing is contained inside my brain, like some sort of vessel, that will erupt into words when I am ready to sit down and type. People who DON’T write, just don’t get it.
Painters and musicians are probably the same. I am sure they sit and think, before an idea pops into their creative souls. Then they get up and put brush to canvas or music to their guitar. It doesn’t “just” happen without…
