Today is going to be a very different post. Its not about my progress or life its about something that has taken me so many years to find.
When I was younger I loved writing and drawing. I was good at it too. Of course my parents didn’t have the funds to buy the products like drawing paper, drawing pencils or journals to write in. What I did have though was a lot of imagination and used my regular line paper to put my creativity to work. Of course if you look at one of my tabs I talk a little bit about how I lost some of my work and why I stop writing. I also talk about who encouraged me to start.
Well since then it has been about 5 years. I started writing a story and stopped for a while. Then the writing was on and off. Recently though it seems that my flow of writing has been coming to me more frequently. I feel as if my characters come into my mind and they are the ones writing not me. Some of you might think that I am crazy but for others might have that feeling or know what I am talking about. I truly believe though that in the end there has to be inspiration coming from somewhere, call it a muse, person, emotion, painting and etc.
I can say that for the past couple of days since I have been editing my story and writing more of it I keep thinking of my inspiration. Where is it coming from, what is the thing that is motivating to keep writing. The one thing other then the character’s in head making my fingers itching to get my keyboard or grab a pen and write whats comes in my head..
The more I think about it the more confident I am to what my true inspiration is. Simple LOVE, Love is my inspiration and its not the love to write how most people might believe. The inspiration that is coming from the emotion love is my husband. My family love is constant, is always there. The love of my husband is not only constant but grows to a dependency that makes me feel lost and alone when we are upset at each other. That is where I have noticed something very weird… ready….
When we are happy go lucky I tend to write off my a@s! But when we are upset at one another I tend to stop writing, I find myself with writers block. I never thought that being in love could be a form on inspiration of anything. Even though my husband does not like me reading my book because he says it is to gory for him (he is a bit nervous that I have such violent and horrific ideas in my head), he supports me and pushes me to write.
So for you that have so many outlets to find inspirations I salute you, because before my own realization I didn’t understand when people talked about their different inspiration they have. Now I understand, now I can say that I have found my inspiration and will never let it go.
Until Next Time,
2 thoughts on “Inspiration Comes from Within”
Great post, thanks for sharing!
I’m glad you liked it. Thank you for reading 🙂