Words are a lens to focus one’s mind.
– Ayn Rand
I think back to when my words flowed, my creative streak was in full gear. My words came through like musical notes on a page to form a beautiful melody. I am in a struggle attempting to create a work of art to keep you awe-struck! Let me know, how I do at the end of this piece.
I don’t know about you, but I find myself questioning my creativity. Where has it gone? I looked forward to writing; I could not get enough of it!
I think I stopped writing when I started working. I spent two years on the unemployed island. It was what I did-It consumed me! The feeling of my fingers as I typed on the keys, the ideas flowing and seeing the finished product created by me. It was nothing like it.
It was what I did to avoid thinking about being jobless. The many job searches and resumes that were sent out. I can not begin to count how many and eventually, I stopped counting. My escape was the writing which kept me from pulling my hair out!
I want it back, that feeling of oneness with ideas and the flow of words.