Obsession on a Tuesday Morning

redshoesI am beginning to feel like Moira Shearer who can’t stop dancing in The Red Shoes.  After spending most of my adult life writing for others, I want to write, write, write for myself.  I think about things I want to write while I’m on my way to work, when I take a cigarette break, when I’m watering the garden, when I’m working on a grant proposal, down the grocery aisle and at the stoplight, as I’m breathing.  It’s as if I’m bursting with decades of words.  Or words are tiny stars and I pluck them out of the universe and the infinity of the universe doesn’t mind, doesn’t miss them.  I want them all.  All those shiny, precious, maddening words.  I can’t stop.

15 Comments Obsession on a Tuesday Morning

    1. Meg July 8, 2014 at 9:55 am

      Why, thank you, Shailaja! What a wonderful bonus for my day. The feeling is mutual! <3

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  1. MamaMickTerry July 8, 2014 at 10:25 am

    Oh Meg!
    I love this and am SO aligned with your dream and wish. I don’t even get to write for others and find myself building stories in my head when I’m supposed to be formulating strategies and spreadsheets. My favorite part of your prose today:

    “Or words are tiny stars and I pluck them out of the universe and the infinity of the universe doesn’t mind, doesn’t miss them. I want them all. All those shiny, precious, maddening words. I can’t stop.”

    It sounds like a beautiful poem when you put it this way. LOVED IT!
    (I’m inspired!)

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    1. Meg July 8, 2014 at 8:07 pm

      I wished we lived in the same town, Michelle. Are you participating in yeahwrite’s summer workshop thing? I signed up for a couple. And now…I must write!

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      1. MamaMickTerry July 8, 2014 at 9:12 pm

        Me, too! I just read a beautiful poem about Ohio today…I’ll have to send it to you. I really want to do the Yeahwrite summer camp…just need to see if I can spend some quality time doing it. If I don’t, you’ll have to tell me how it goes and share all of the beautiful things you write!

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    1. Meg July 8, 2014 at 8:07 pm

      You are too sweet, Karen. Where have you been? I miss reading your work…I’ll have to amble over to your blog and see what you’ve been up to.

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  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock July 9, 2014 at 6:36 am

    ” It’s as if I’m bursting with decades of words. ” This is how I feel (these days) if I don’t sit down and write at least once a day! This is a wonderful thought: “I pluck [words] out of the universe and the infinity of the universe doesn’t mind, doesn’t miss them.” First of all, because it completely negates the need for competition; second, because words aren’t wasted when they are used and shared. Thanks for sharing your words today! 🙂

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    1. Meg July 12, 2014 at 10:14 am

      Thank you, Jennifer! Loved your poem today. Glad you are writing.

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  3. jgroeber July 10, 2014 at 11:51 pm

    Yes! The words don’t stop. But how do we capture them? The words are like fireflies trying to escape the jar with only that night to keep them shining, then phtttttt, they burn out. How to keep them shining long enough to put them down on paper in order? (Beautiful post.)

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    1. Meg July 12, 2014 at 10:16 am

      That’s a great question. It is a challenge! And then there’s all that editing and worrying if you are dulling the shine. Thanks so much for reading and commenting…

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  4. armellag July 13, 2014 at 10:56 pm

    feeling like this today,I wanna write write and write 🙂 great read!

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    1. Meg July 14, 2014 at 7:34 pm

      Do it! Thanks for visiting and commenting!

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