I’ve heard many people say they write best when they are in emotional upheaval of some kind; feeling terribly lonely or sad, angry or even unbridled joy. This doesn’t work for me. My emotions often teeter on the edge of overabundance on a regular day, so when they seriously swing over one edge of the spectrum it is definitely NOT inspirational. It’s more like incapacitating.
However, there is a cycle that I can mostly control if I have the self discipline. When my life is calm, simplified, and routine I write a lot and I write well. If I take time out of my schedule to make time for writing I am calmer and better able to keep things in perspective. Writing for me is therapeutic. Whether I’m writing fiction or a blog entry it soothes me. I think this is the case for many writers. We write, not because we want to, but because we need to.
A writer’s creativity must be put on paper, or computer or “the cloud,” or it will overwhelm us. The need to write is like the need for food to live. We are drawn to words like many are drawn to love. Writing is a life line. We write because we are writers and because we must.
Ideas sometimes keep me awake or come to me in dreams. My self discipline is not where it should be in any aspect of my life, but as a writer it is seriously lacking. I can’t tell you the number if plots, characters and poems I’ve lost because I haven’t written them down as soon as I woke from the dream or while I was shopping or watching television. I need to begin treating pen and paper as my closest allies. These ideas come bursting forward and if I don’t get them down I mourn them. NOT writing is what adds sadness and loneliness to my life.
I must write. I must make it feasible to write whenever the inspiration comes. I must feed my hunger for words and ideas. I must stoke the embers of creativity whenever possible. I am a writer. It’s not just a hobby. It is a way of life.