Stop waiting for the damned muse to strike. If you start, she will show up eventually. And if she doesn’t, you probably didn’t need her in the first place. ~Jenni
Voices speaking into my life from a place of support have all said the same thing:
“You should write.”
Write what, exactly? I have no idea. I keep waiting for the lightning bolt inspiration from Heaven itself. I look at myself, and think: “I can’t possibly be a real writer. Real Writers have a compulsion to write. They are constantly inspired, and constantly writing. They have amazing stories and extensive vocabularies, and Something New to say. What do I have? The ability to talk a hind leg off a mule.”
I do want to write. Really write. Maybe even get paid for it at some point. (I cannot believe I just said that “out loud.”)
I’m finally accepting the fact that this is a dream of mine. Real and solid, and it doesn’t seem to be going away. I have deliberately brushed off the urging of people who have watered the seeds of this dream, disbelieving that this is something I can realistically aspire to. These messages of encouragement have come consistently throughout the years, ever since I was in the fifth grade, and I have always filed them away in the far recesses of my mind, in a cabinet marked “Stuff that would be cool, but will NEVER EVER happen.”
Maybe that is a legitimate label. Maybe not. I haven’t wanted to try and find out.
So, I’m just going to put some words down everyday. Maybe on this blog, maybe not.
We’ll see where the words take me, as I cease waiting for a muse.
I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to share this dream openly, but never do. It feels…weird. Still, the desire is there. I just need to know why God has given it to me, and how it should take shape. Aaaaand…I’m probably already over-thinking it.
Grace & Peace,