Write. What is the one thing I can do countless times, over and over again? Write. When words escape my lips yet appear in a wondrous abundance at the tips of my fingers? Write. When literally all else fails me. I write.
Talking about all else failing, I am now penning (or more appropriately keying) this post at the early hour of twelve am because I have been stuck with a creative block for a couple of days. Some might say it's inevitable for the creative mind to get stuck once and a while, and I say to that: what a load of rubbish. The mind is not stuck, one just merely has to exercise it in a different way to stretch out the other overused "muscles" (basic gym knowledge here). In an attempt to get creative juices flowing again I am taking up my keyboard and writing. Just writing, whatever comes to mind I am typing without (much) thought.
Writing and words. Lines of different characters uniquely and artfully strung together to create some of the most beautiful prose, poetry, stories, written memories that sometimes can be more vivid than any photograph ever could. A beautifully written sentence is like the softest notes played out on a piano. Melody, music, harmony.
People can hide behind words, just as easily as they can be seen through words. Spoken, or written down, it is the most befuddling and beguiling language. People feel connected with words, just as easily as they can be torn apart. Words teach, they torment, they encourage. They can bring tears, they can bring laughter, they can light a heart on fire. They are tender they are rough. Words are the strangest contradiction if there ever was one.
Consider that a bit of a short essay, more of a blurb. I hope you all found it at least somewhat amusing, and I do promise a real blog post within the week.
Love to all,
Photo: Property of Haley Sieben. Calligraphy Work.