I feel like I’m pregnant. Not with child. (Don’t freak out, Mom). But there comes a time in every writer’s life when their creative energy is flowing much more profusely than normal. Let’s call it the “Creative Period.” Wow, you guys. That’s clever. I just realized how clever that is NOW after typing it out. What I was trying to do was compare it to a women’s menstrual cycle, but like “Creative Period” makes sense too…
Currently I am on my Creative Period. Stories, scenarios, characters keep popping in and out of my head but too fast for me to grab on to. I’m inspired, but uninspired. It’s like I’m waiting for the right thought/idea to come along. I feel… important, or… I don’t know, influential and giddy. I see a story in everything. I want everyone’s story told, even the one’s I make up in my head. Especially those. Because who’s is gonna hear them if you don’t tell them aloud?
That’s the great thing about storytelling. They pass on from generation to generation. They exhaust our hearts and our minds. They fill us with hope, love, pain, and encourage our imagination.
I wish I knew how to express my thoughts in words, but no language can ever suffice.