Writing is Life

You know those moments when you're doing something that brings you so much joy, so much peace, that you feel absolutely right with the world? 

For me, that's what writing does. Not thinking about writing, not planning my writing, or editing, or posting about my writing, or even preparing for book launch. But the actual act of writing, when I sit down, and I'm envisioning the scene as the words flow from my fingertips onto the page. I feel bliss. 

Often, I don't really realize this. Not fully, anyway. Yes, I know that writing makes me happy, that my days are so much better when I've gotten some kind of words on the page. But really, it's so much more than that. 

The last week has been a very tough one for me personally. I've had a lot of inner strife and stress because the ordeal that I've been going through has eaten up much of my focus and much of my time. This means that I've been feeling guilty about not working as much as I should have been, and yes, not writing as much as I should have been. But this evening, I sat down and started writing, listening to the same soundtrack I've been listening to throughout the entire process of drafting this current work in progress. 

And something truly amazing happened. For about 35 minutes, I didn't feel stress, or fear, or worry, or guilt. All I felt was joy. Joy that I was writing something beautiful (dark and sad, sure, but beautiful). I was creating something purely from my own soul, from my own imagination, and I was bringing it to life with my own words. That was so awesome to feel and to notice after such a heavy week. 

I implore you, friends, writers, readers, human beings. Pay attention to the things that you love. Really let yourself get that close-up look at how it makes you feel. And if you can, try to do it a little more often. 

I know this blog post was super short, but I just wanted to share that with you. Until next time, keep writing. Keep reading. Stay awesome.