A few days ago, one slicer, djvichos, wrote about why she writes. (https://djvichos.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/why-write/). I thought I’d look at my writing process in a slightly different way.
When I write, I like silence – no music, no chitchat. If there happens to be noise in the house or the sounds of cars driving by, I no longer notice, because I am in my own quiet place in my mind.
When I write, I like pausing to sip hot coffee and to look out the large kitchen windows. Then I see whatever nature has to offer in my yard – birds resting in a still-leafless maple, deer grazing on weeds and plants, a cat approaching to be let indoors, and all sorts of plants just beginning to emerge or bud. I admire nature, I daydream, and then I refocus on the ideas I’m trying to convey.
When I write, I like capturing what I observe and feel in words, and getting those thoughts down on paper. I like to picture scenes from the past and to recall as many details as I can, in hope of creating those images for the reader or simply for myself.
When I write, I get frustrated by my inner judge, who says that my ideas are pointless and not worth sharing. That is the foundation of my writer’s block.
When I write, I like the way time passes quickly.
When I write, I always feel that my composition is not quite finished, but that it’s simply time to wrap it up….like now.