tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post3482550343754322328..comments2023-07-02T06:52:41.569-07:00Comments on notes, tales and observations: Why can't it be easy?Rosaria Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-5005516452741293872011-06-17T06:19:26.033-07:002011-06-17T06:19:26.033-07:00I write mostly to clear my head, and occasionally ...I write mostly to clear my head, and occasionally to record something significant, some thoughts that came to my mind, a book I read, a strong feeling that arose in me, a person I just met. In these cases, I do not struggle much. However, when I write just because I want to write something, I have to think a lot. That does not come easy. Either way, I have realized that writing is very therapeutic. In fact, for me, it is most therapeutic when I don't know what I'd be writing about, and yet sit in front of my laptop thinking and collecting thoughts. That is when I feel most happy with myself.SGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07439071211238467709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-6688891686410097992011-06-16T10:25:08.378-07:002011-06-16T10:25:08.378-07:00i'm writing every moment. or at least, every ...i'm writing every moment. or at least, every moment when i have the presence of mind to be quiet. isn't that something?<br /><br />i am still. what comes to paper rises to the top of its own volition. i have very little to do with it. i have very little to do with anything at all. and yet i am here, but barely.<br /><br />but i am not a writer. i am a woman. i feel.<br /><br /><i>i sat by the lake. the world was still but the lake was not. the water came toward my toes as though it were a dog, one of those mangy dogs that had been kicked too often but found it couldn't deny what it had wanted all along, love. that is how the lake came to me, low and wary. and the sun responded illuminating its side. my foot, it was only there.</i><br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-81282042696477216802011-06-15T14:01:43.231-07:002011-06-15T14:01:43.231-07:00Sometimes I do the reverse of what you do -- that ...Sometimes I do the reverse of what you do -- that is, instead of searching for a picture that fits narrative, I start with the picture. Most days, I carry an inexpensive digital camera around with me and snap pictures of whatever interests me. In the evening when they're downloaded, often at least one of the many photos will evoke a narrative.dianefaithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07229979968118248563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-48635126484312597742011-06-15T10:42:42.831-07:002011-06-15T10:42:42.831-07:00Sometimes the words come effortlessly, and sometim...Sometimes the words come effortlessly, and sometimes it's like a spring that has run dry...nothing reaches the paper.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03803472040500529682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-33498924058238569202011-06-15T10:21:50.693-07:002011-06-15T10:21:50.693-07:00I think when writing flows, it is like breathing, ...I think when writing flows, it is like breathing, breathing out words that magically fit together to express our thoughts. I love how that feels..<br /><br />and...I don't always get it. I struggle, noodle over my writing. Some posts start out with such enthusiasm only to fizzle out and never get posted.<br /><br />Trust that all you have, all you need is in you. And will come out and be expressed exactly as it should be. Trust that and let it flow.<br /><br />Happy writing!Marion Williams-Bennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741729110133561984noreply@blogger.com