What makes me happy?
Writing. Writing. Writing.
No matter what is going on in my life, as long as I’m writing, all is right with the world. I’d been suffering through a dry spell since after graduating from UT with my MFA. It was terrifying. I really thought I’d lost my mojo.
As many transitions as I was going through last year, I figured I’d be writing my butt off. Nope. In the past, my coping mechanism for any life stressors was writing poetry to work through them.
I’m not quite sure what happened, but on January 1st of this year, I decided it was time to write. I put no demands on myself, no expectations of what and how much I needed to produce, allowed myself to write outside of the poetry genre, and I was off and running. Writing for this blog, forces me to write every day. It also creates a sense of discovering my post MFA Poet. I learned a lot. Many concepts and ideas I had of how to progress and grow as a writer emerged with each mentor I worked with.
Now, the words flow. The ideas germinate in my brain all of the time. Each post is fodder for my show. Each revelation helps me grow as a poet, as a writer. I have redirected my focus onto myself and my needs as a wordsmith; it’s no longer about pleasing my reader or trying to do everything in my power not to rock someone’s boat. The difference now, is I’ve got both oars in the water and I’m making waves. I’m writing from a place of no apologies and no reservations.
I’m digging this new flow of words and all that they signify in my creative world.