My Drug

When I don't write, I get itchy.  When I don't write, I feel ungrounded.  So, hence, I write.  Sometimes I work on my book.  Sometimes I blog.  I almost always write morning pages, every day. 3 pages of whatever I want and it takes the edge off.  I just don't feel right if I don't.  I've had a novel in progress for a little over 3 years and I am coming close to getting the 1st draft finished.  Writing has taken over my life.  The yin to writings' yang is reading, of course.  I am an avid reader, constantly being surrounded by stacks and stacks of books of my own and almost daily trips to the library.    

When I say it is my drug, I mean it.  I crave it, and after I've taken a hit, I always feel the endorphins flowing.  Sometimes it scares me but most times it soothes me.  I don't need any other high than this.  And I feel incomplete without it.  Lately I have not been blogging much because I deactivated my website for awhile.  It feels good to get back to it.  I'm using this as a warm-up to get me into working on my book.  It's been a few days since I've done that too.  

I listen to instrumental pieces when I'm writing because that gives me something for my mind to focus on and leaves my creativity free to flow.  I can't do music with words because I start singing along and then I lose all track of what I'm supposed to be doing.  Right now I'm listening to "1916: The Irish Rebellion".  A soundtrack composed by Patrick Cassidy.  My favorite instrumentals to listen to are movie or tv show soundtracks.  Outlander and Lord of the Rings are my other favorites.  I suppose I choose music with fantastical elements because my book contains fantastical elements and that is the genre I am currently writing in.  

For me, creativity is a powerful force, and one I dedicate myself to and surrender to daily.  I like to think about God as the "Great Creator", and we work together to bring out the stories inside of me.  I trust the Great Creator with the quality and my job is the quantity.  Thus, I am responsible for co-creating my life with the Divine.  It is a pretty sweet spot, once you find it.  

I think we all have it.  It just takes a little digging to get to.  When people say they are not creative, I don't buy it.  Maybe not a painter, like my brother, or a writer, like me, but the power to create lies in all of us, no matter what that might be.  It feels good to be back in the saddle again, so-to-speak.  If I had to choose an animal to exemplify creativity for me, it would be the horse, without question.  

And this concludes my writing exercise for the day.  Now onto book pages, and I'll leave you with this little gem: