*I had a writing prompt yesterday that blew my mind in equal parts with busting my heart open. I was in tatters.
Simply put: Begin the writing with ‘I want’ and go from there. Anytime you get stuck, go back to ‘I want.’
Write and write and write.
Is it because I was a girl? is it because I was a wife? is it because I am a mom? It was unbearably hard to think of things I want, beyond world peace and the perfect eggs benedict.
Have I really absorbed our society so deeply that I don’t have any wants of my own?
No. Its not that. I had plenty to write. But if I go and look at it closely, which I will, it becomes an exercise just to get through it. Filled with ‘caveats’ and self-deprecations and honestly, I am smacked. Even in my writing, for me, simply personal, I am equivocating.
I feel like maybe this is something I should stick with. Turn it into some sort of ‘work’ that I center myself in for awhile. What do I want? For myself, for my days? What feeling do I want? What do I want that will get me there? What do I want FOR myself? OF myself?
What if I look at yesterday’s list in a year? Will things be different? Will my list have changed? What am I wanting then?
What do you want? Do you know? Are you on track? Is there a track?
Tell.
Lovelove, in my navel-gazing way,
me.
*the writing prompt was inspired by something I’m editing and I’ll share it when the work is finished.
