By Darrah J. Perez
I am going to speak through my own experience. I go through spells of motivated drives end on end, then, it does just that. It ends.
The drive is gone. The motivation. The feeling of being burnt out sets in. I begin pushing love away, and it happens all over again.
The drive begins setting back in. I am ready for love to enter back into my life. The motivation returns. Everything goes back to the way I like, the way I like being a writer.
Like a heart that beats blood through its valves, pumping to every organ of the body. Over and over. Again and again. The heart doesn’t quit until it just can’t pump anymore blood. It gets old and tired.
The motions of a writer are the same way. Inspired writing keeps happening over and over. Again and again.
The only thing different is a true writer never gets tired, never wants to quit.
We could be upon our death bed, sick and dying, and still want to write.
A true writer is a die hard. An overachiever that thrives on the successes of writing as taking a hit of the perfect drug of choice.
Writing is absolutely that powerful to me.
Again, this is my experiences as a writer. I love what I create through the mind and the muse. I appreciate what comes and what fits the flow of my poetry and essays and vignettes. I get proud knowing I have books published, with more in the works, never an idea wasted.
It is all written down like in the book of life, every task, every duty, every article, book, poem, quote.
The career of writing is implanted like the chip that make all us writer’s stay inspired and uninspired for periods which we try to make sense of, but never completely understand, not until, we just learn to accept that it is what it is. It does what is does. We produce what we produce when we produce it, because it is already a part of the life purpose, the destiny that each of us surmise. We are writers and writing is where we find joy in living.
Am I not right?
Tell me your thoughts.
Explain. What does writing do for you?