Waves of Writing

Like so may things, my writing comes in waves. For weeks at a time, I'll have to push myself to write something other than a poem. It's at those times I feel particularly creative, inspired usually by some aspect of nature or love. Other times, like recently, I seem to be wrapped up in little reflections. Don't get me wrong, sometimes it yields a great micro memoir like He Melts My Heart, a recent piece about some time I spent with my son last week. But sometimes it's simply a brain purge or a thought I write about just to make sure I've done some writing that day.

But if you read my post Revolution Rising from this weekend, you know I'm going through some stuff. I'm refocusing some of my efforts on different things. I'm going to have a couple of writing projects in the works which I will not be sharing on my blog. They are professional pieces, probably not suitable for sharing until they are complete. And I'm not sure when they'll be complete. As a result, my writing time, topics, and genres may be changing a bit. For one, I made a commitment earlier in the summer to focus on writing more fiction this year. After further contemplation, I realized this is not what I really want. That's not to say I won't write any fiction, but it's not really a priority for me. It never has been. I reminded myself of that this week with some think time.

We've been talking a lot in our writing group about balance. I think I wrote about the constant search for balance on my old blog last year. Sometimes in order to achieve a sense of balance, no matter how impermanent it might be, you need to toss a couple of things off the scale. I'm learning this firsthand, and trying to figure it all out. I'll get there. One day I'll be able to ride each of these waves from the top of the crest, balanced like a skilled surfer. For now, I'll ride them with the current, allowing the waves to carry me gently with the tide.

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