Finding My Muse

One of my favorite authors wrote a blog about problems she was having with writing. She didn’t want to call it a writer’s block as she’s not sure they exist. She said she just felt off balance and had a lot on her mind. She’s a successful, published author and even she had a time when she wasn’t feeling it. I can understand that. I think I’ve been feeling that way for a number of years.

When I discovered my love of writing in high school I wrote something every day. If I didn’t actually compose it, I wrote about something I may have seen or read that day. I wrote poetry; sad, forlorn pieces to the boyfriends I dreamed about. This continued until college. In college I won awards and had some pieces published. I decided I was going to be a writer.

Then, I graduated, got a job and started my life. Never started the novel I wanted to write. Stopped writing poetry; stopped keeping a journal; stopped all of my creative processes. I was prolific when I was single and all I had to worry about was getting to class on time.

Thirty years later I’m trying to get it back. My children are almost grown and into their own lives and I’ve got to get into me. The author I referred to earlier went to writer’s retreats. Unfortunately, I don’t have that luxury so I’ve created my own retreat. I’ve set up a writing area in my bedroom. I created music CDs with songs to inspire me to write. I sit here now with Earth Wind and Fire in the background and a little merlot in my Olivia Pope glass. Maybe it’s working? This blog is my start.