I got my inspiration today from Neale Donald Walsch, whose website is entitled Conversations with God. I receive daily messages from Neale, which always begin with On this day of your life, Judith, I believe God wants you to know: Here’s today’s message:
that good things await you on the other side of this
ridge. This is a hill you can climb. Just put one foot in
front of the other.
If you feel a little discouraged right now, that’s okay,
that’s understandable. But give yourself permission
to journey on. Keep moving.
There is a positive result here.
Now, I’d really like to know how he knew that today I needed to hear exactly that. I know Neale would say that God told him; or maybe not. I am not clear on who claims to be in charge of these daily messages — God or Neale. I am not following that particular question today. I only know that the message is the right one, at the right time.
I’ve run into a wall of sorts, in my writing. That I can’t write is not the problem; that I can’t write my own stuff is. I’m sure all writers experience this sort of difficulty: Writing is still easy, and I take up important topics. But, far more emphasis, for me at least, falls on the fact that I bring in posts and post ideas from other people. These just aren’t my stories.
Not that I don’t care about the issues I publish each day — I do! But I feel like my writing isn’t complete without a story from my life, or from the life of someone I know, or at least have heard of. For me, my best writing springs from these stories, and when I post on other topics, I get caught up in my own stiffness of language, which only comes out when I am explaining something to someone else, about which I know almost nothing at all.
“The current crisis in America’s, and the world’s climate is not a crisis over whether or not it is happening…”
People who live near the water, and that includes me and most of my family, will have to move inland, eventually, as the waters continue to rise. And that’s true, no matter what, or who, is causing the rise.
Now, that sounds like me. And I lose track of that essential me when I have this kind of writer’s block.
I know I’ll get back to my own style. I am not asking for forgiveness, or for permission; I know what is going on, and for everyone’s sake, I want me back as soon as I discover where I am. And I hope that happens soon!