9/1/12
Although
not a famous, published author (that I dream to be), I am one who
thinks and writes every day. Truthfully, seldom do I have to make myself
take time to write. I hear something on the television or read some
idea or word that sets me off and I lean over to my bedside table and
grab a journal. I have different types of journals for different types
of writing I do. I have a pretty one for chronological lists of books
by my favorite authors, and reviews of their books.
I
have my green journal that has my research on the Jacobites and King
James II, whom I fell a little in love with when I read Winter Sea by
Susanna Kearsley. Their plight so inspired me that I now find myself
looking up everything I can, drawing maps and making boards of the Tudor
and Stuart/Stewart family trees. It has been fun, and yes, it is
considered part of my daily writing. One should not compartmentalize
writing to just sitting and writing. I feel the research and
organization of thoughts as part of the process.
My
pink journal is for writing about my life. The stories about time
periods or relationships, but it is just about me. In order to craft my
writing skills I felt that perusing myself and what I perceive of how I
changed and grew through a time period and or with a person/persons was
most familiar, or is it? It is so interesting to read how I look at the
past now and what I got out of it, and still do. When I was out working
there was never time to such intra-spection. It is not only enlightening
but sometimes humorous. I have actually sent a couple of old boyfriends
notes apologizing for being a needy, thoughtless child.
There
is a blue journal that I have yet to begin but it is prudent to have an
extra on hand. “We who write” is a mantra of mine. I am not
classifying myself as a published author, I am referring to any of us
who make the conscious effort to think, research and write if only for
the pleasure of writing. One of the little things that I enjoy is
writing longhand on paper but tonight I became inspired reading another
writers blog and I turned on my computer (plus I like this font).
Lastly
is my flower journal that is actually a sketch pad of heavy paper and I
have applied flower vellum paper to the cover. This is on my dresser
and I write books I want to read, various notes about different
subjects. I write in pencil and when I have used the information I erase
it and the page is ready for another tid-bit, drawing or book just
waiting for my attention in the not to distant future.
Love the tittle. It makes me think of "The Haunting"
ReplyDelete"we who roam here roam alone"
And research absolutely counts as writing, as do those dialogs you have in your head (are we all just a little schizophrenic?)
I also like your blog title, but for a different reason. It reminds me that although we each do our primary work in solitude, writers are a cohesive community nonetheless. Social networking makes it possible to experience that community spirit more now than in the past.
ReplyDeleteSchitzophrenic it is then Karla. I feel most peoples have many stories within, the difference is we feel the need to share.
ReplyDeleteShannon, I am so glad you like my effort here. The benevolence and "cohesive community" of we who write is encouraging and supportive. I feel most welcome. Thanks to you both.