In the ebb and flow of our writing, distractions crowd our periphery. In those lean times when hunkering in the chair and clacking out sentences seems drudgery, I fight to recall what captured me in the beginning. What nudged me to write.
For me, the love of words.
Simple words, better words breathing life into my writing.
Like any love affair gone stale, we must recall how we fell in love (with writing). What visual, taste, or unexplainable high seduced you? I find the simplest of words, the succinct two beat sentence, a temptress.
Oh, the razzle dazzle words captured my writing soul too. Flabbergasted. Doubleganger. Gizmo. Catttywampus. Discombobulate. Lollygag.
Those words twist my tongue, exercise my cheeks and spill from my lips all wrong. I giggle. Those words are like the shiny bulbs on the tree, spit polish and razzmatazz. Yet, when writing prose, simplicity shines brighter. Example of such simplicity fill our bookshelves.
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” John Green, The Fault In Our Stars
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” William Goldman, The Princess Bride
Sometimes to find our way back to writing we must find the shiny thing. Rekindle love lost. Find the spark again and let it catch fire. And like any love affair worth fighting for, you’ll fill with desire, a willingness to try harder, and a need to beleive what you’ve known all along.
You are a writer.