|Posted by gayingram on February 17, 2010 at 11:16 AM|
What is it that keeps me plunking down words, fingers tapping keys, clenched hand pushing a pen across a page? Certainly my accumulation of rejections -- especially the ones resembling nothing more than a mass produced product – do more to feed my disappointment than inspire me to keep on writing.
Success in getting published comes along, sometimes with months of famine in between. Yet, even as I savor a sense of accomplishment and brandish the flag of recognition, those instances aren’t what drives me to my writing pad
The magic happens each time I set aside time to create words; each time the tip of my pen, or fingertips pounding a keyboard, produces squiggles and curves that morph into understandable language. That’s when I find myself connected to a force beyond myself.
As I witness words accumulate on paper or my computer screen, it’s a reminder that I am connecting to the Source of creativity. It is this awareness as something newly created flows out of the deep center of my being, that feeds my flickering flame of inspiration into life.