She danced to the beat –
her body transported by the rhythm.
For she was made to fly –
her feet never touching the ground.
I thought I’d start this post off on a quick poetic note. I haven’t been doing much writing as of late and I’m beginning to feel the side-effects. Writing connects me to myself and the world around me. It’s how I process information and organize my thoughts into something that resembles coherence, or something close enough. I’m not one to nit pick.
Speaking of writing, I’m booked the next two weeks for an English teacher at my local high school. I must admit that I’m looking forward to it. I mean, what’s not to like? I’ll be surrounded by stories and sharing my passion for the written word with students.
It will most likely keep me very busy, but that’s fine by me. I discovered at some point that the busier I am, the more I accomplish in general. During those two weeks, I also plan to start writing in earnest again. The blank page is calling my name. And if I don’t respond soon, that blank page will just get louder until it becomes an unstoppable roar. I prefer the sound of music streaming from my earbuds, thank you.
Instead of writing lately, I’ve been pursuing other love interests like curating my playlists on Spotify and reading. To that end, I decided to see how the king of writing himself does it. I’m referring to Stephen King, of course. Let me tell ya, that man can write without wasting a single word. I can definitely see why he has such a wide readership. I also love the writing styles of John Steinbeck and Ernest Hemingway. The three of them have a seemingly effortless storytelling technique – the mark of any great writer in my ever so humble opinion.
As for me, I know that I’ll never be able to hold even the teeniest of candles next to authors of such high caliber. But that doesn’t mean I can’t keep aiming for the stars. I’m a firm believer that practice makes us better – not perfect, because perfection is an impossible pursuit.
I may have mentioned this before, but when I went back to read over the beginning of Becky’s story, I came across a lot of technical errors which I’ve since corrected. Although I’ve left the blog posts as they are in their unmistakable and glorious imperfection – kinda like all my blog posts. In the words of Popeye, I am who I am. I don’t mind admitting that I’m still learning the craft of writing. Knowing me, I’ll still be learning and making mistakes twenty years from now. Although I’m hoping not to be making as many mistakes by then haha. 😉
I’ll tell you what I haven’t been doing in the place of writing, which is promoting my little known poetry book. I don’t much like beating people over the head with it or shouting at the top of my lungs. In other words, my marketing skills leave a lot to be desired.
So every purple or blue moon, I throw out a quick tweet or mention on social media before retreating back into author obscurity. Right or wrong – and mostly wrong – I figure if people want to read my book, they will whether I shout at them or not. Besides, who wants to read a book with someone shouting in the background? Not me, that’s for sure.
As I right this post, I’m remembering that I haven’t filled out a certain author spotlight yet. Is it just me, or does our list of round-to-its get longer as we get older? At the rate I’m going, I’ll need lists for my lists in a few years. However, there’s no point in worrying about it for now. Que será, será as the song goes. Incidentally, I’m listening to my newly created New Age/Native American music playlist while writing this post – my favorite kind of list.
Well, I think that’s enough for this Sunday’s post – considering it’s a little light on content and heavy on the rambling. Wishing you a happy Sunday and inspired week ahead! Until next time, be kind to yourself. You’re worth it!✨