Yes, we are an odd lot, aren’t we? So much inside, so many millions of words cauldroned in the brain and bubbling with a violence that fights the restricting lid of the fingers clamped to the keyboard. How much shall we share? What gets out, and what gets told? And when the heat of inspiration is turned off, how much of the evaporation of the cooling process still fills the air in a more silent, more penetrating mixture of life? Is the passion’s steam a necessary cleansing of the brain, or is it just another form, as is the ice of crystal thinking and the clarity of thought.
Just thinking out loud, in semi-solid form.
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Hi Susan!
So eloquently put and definitely food for thought. I’m always asking myself the question, “how much do I want to tell and in what format (blog, handwritten journal, etc.)?” When I am blocked with my writing, I’ve found I turn to my photography. It seems to be a great alternative when I’m lacking words.
Hi Cindy! There are so many terrific writers out here in weblogland and I think that is what inspires me to keep going. Everyone has a unique way of telling a story, and I have a hard time pulling myself away from the computer because if I’m not writing, I’m reading weblogs. I just need to find time to do all the other stuff as well!