And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise . The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath
This blank page, like a canvas devoid of color , is staring at me and seems to say, ‘fill me, fill me with your lovely thoughts’. Sometimes though, burst of inspiration comes in the most unexpected places at the most inopportune moments. When you are ready to make do with pen and paper, your thoughts have wandered someplace else, you try in vain to remember the exact words that played in your head – no, never, your thoughts are now beating a different drum. You stare at nothing, focus on nothing but your thoughts.
And it is in doing such mundane tasks like the laundry or watering the plants that sets your mind to wander off to so many things. Sometimes I wish I have a notebook always at my side to capture the essence of those lovely and fascinating dreams that I have at night, to write about the dainty little flower which never fail to put a smile on my face when I wake up, to write about how I want to capture the series of clouds making a slow dance high above, to write about how ants gloriously meet each other while traversing the long road of a rotten wood in our yard. And always, always my mind wanders! Will I be able to capture how you looked the very first time I saw a glimpse of your face? Will I be able to describe the exact moment when you made me smile? Will I? Will I?
Writing is definitely a joyous exercise when you are filled with inspiration and things to write about. You might be alone in your thoughts but you don’t feel lonely. Your thoughts become your words and your words become the colorful canvas which a moment ago was just a blank page, staring at you, silently challenging you to fill it up. It’s another discovery, filling your paper with your heart’s laments and joys!
You were certainly inspired in this one
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Aw, thanks Derrick!
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I can sense your inspiration through those words, Arlene.
Perhaps Sylvia Plath should have listened to her own advice. She sadly committed suicide, at the age of 30.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have the same birthday. Known her works when I was in college. Thanks Pete!
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I often get my inspiration ironing. Thanks for your poetic words.
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You’re welcome Elizabeth. So glad you like it.
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