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...Touching the Writing Base...

Updated on March 3, 2011
...Greeting the Dawn from the Forest...
...Greeting the Dawn from the Forest...

...Starting at Dawn...

...How do I keep going, in this writers life? I wake up every morning and play a list of what to do, -for who and for what- in my mind...what do I HAVE to do, and what do I WANT to do...the list is endless. So I have no choice but to make lists. They are like weeds growing up out of the pages. Checkmarks, crossouts, highlights...I even recently bought a few small loop books, like a tiny journals, so that I could somehow manage my life onto its tiny cards...

...There are days that go by and I don't write as much as I would have liked. I feel a sepia nostalgia when I look back and see how much time I spent stalking over Facebook or Myspace or where ever, when I "could have been" working on my writing. So I get settled in here, and then its about one email. One email can displace me for the rest of the day, or maybe the week - depending on who its from, and what it is about. Take this morning for example. My 17 year old son's teacher emailed me. I have not been able to reply yet because I need to sit awhile and ask for help with it. Where is this help coming from? I won't call my mother and bother her with it. Nor will I call my husband who is at work with enough stress already. I won't call anyone but him. My son. I will tell him that he needs to think about his life, and where its going. What he WANTS to do and what he NEEDS to do.

...So, between starting at dawn, and getting here to write, I have already gone through a gamut of emotional decisions that either lead me to or away from the writing that I had planned to do. I have come to know myself better, and floating in that sepia sea of nostalgia is never a good feeling. It may sometimes be necessary, to step away...but always there is a trail of empty lines floating along beside me, pages wet with wasted time and procrastination...

...Sepia River...
...Sepia River...

...Prioritizing Time...

 ...Recently I have been clearing out "things" that seem to be blockages to my schedule of writing and creating.  The more that I remove the items, ideas, and limitations that make me feel less than nuetral, the more I see that I am making room for that which I have been writing towards for several years.  I listen to audio books while I wash dishes, I always have a book on me, currently its "Thunder and Lightning" by Natalie Goldberg.  She is on my list of inspiring people.  I love her work, and now have picked up her fictional story, "Banana Rose".  This is my book that I read.  My audio book last month was "The Lace Reader" and my audio book this month is "Her Fearful Symmetry".  I find it delightfully peculiar that all of these books have a common theme.  In each story, a woman has died.  Right from the start. 

...I come across the books that I read via "Spirits in the Stacks".  I bring myself to the library or the book store and I ask for the right book(s) or audio media to draw me in.  This is most likely something The Red Queen has Her hand in as well...(read my first "hub" if you are curious about TRQ) I have used this method for almost a decade now, and am rarely disappointed with my choices.  This recent batch of titles proves it though, with the common theme threading through them all.

...I am prioritizing my "time"...I am in a rush at the moment because in 17 days, the Spring is officially here.  A wonderful welcome day, also known as Ostara and the Spring Equinox, the promise of new life and the warmth of youth begin to blossom in our lives.  After such a long cold winter we are eager to get out into the yard and clean up the blankets of leaves left behind from November.  We want to walk in the forest again without worrying about the ice and snow, and will do so until the mosquitoes threaten our lives with their tiny needle noses and their deadly infections.  My "time" for writing more of The Forest Labyrinth lays right out there for me to grab, if I am only to properly prioritize my time...


...Crossing the Bridge...

...Standing at the foot of "The Bridge", I don't question the fact that what I am trying to share is going to be inspiring at least to just one person...and that person may be only me (but I hope at least a few more will agree:) )... the spark that needs to be lit only can do so by beginning the process of writing in the first place. Sometimes The Bridge looks dangerous, treacherous...unstable. Sometimes it is too high, or too long.

...Sometimes it is covered with people, or slippery moss, or lost memories. But today, The Bridge is clear. It is the one I have been looking for as I have traveled through my own "Forest" and I am grateful for it. I will cross it now, and go over into that place just before the Dawn of Spring...knowing that new promise and life lays in the seeds scattered there just before the Fall...just before I set the Bridge beyond it on fire...

Much light and peace to those walking with me through the Labyrinth!

Until We Meet Again ~ Namaste' my friends...

...because the Spirits in the Stacks say so...

Whispers of the Goddess
Whispers of the Goddess

My personal collection of poetry and prose now available to you!

Thunder and Lightning: Cracking Open the Writer's Craft
Thunder and Lightning: Cracking Open the Writer's Craft

Excellent book on the organic flow of the writers mind



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    Carole Anzolletti 6 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    Thank you again Peggy W! I am burning a few bridges too, always seems necessary every few months. Old stuff that has no place. I am grateful for your reading and encouraging compliments!

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    Peggy Woods 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

    Ah yes...the distractions of life. We all have them, some to greater degrees than others and different ones at different times. Nice to know that at the time of this writing your "bridge" seemed clear. Your usage of words is captivating!

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    Carole Anzolletti 6 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    ...Dear sir, thank you so much for this so very kind comment, it means alot to me to hear these specific compliments, and living in a home filled with men, I believe I have earned my rights in all of the above! I am grateful that it shows through in my words, and that my writing evokes such emotions as you have shared. THANK YOU!!!

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    epigramman 6 years ago

    ...well there is a lot going on in that fine mind of yours - and it's a very exciting process to follow, see and read - you are what I call - a writer's writer - bold, brave, original, brash, clever, courageous, sensitive, intelligent .... with plenty of nerve, verve and wit!

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    Enlydia Listener 6 years ago from trailer in the country

    I enjoyed reading this...I struggle with trying to find my Path...and this sort of put it in words for me. I liked the ending which sounded like a guided imagery to me. I am all about guided imagery right now and appreciated this since you sounded like minded. You have given me much to think about. Blessings

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    Carole Anzolletti 6 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    Thank you SheZoe~! I am so grateful for your kindred input, and I am very happy to be here to share "what I know" ~ Off to check your page as well :)

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    SheZoe 6 years ago from Idaho, USA

    you described the "quandary" so well! i'm glad it's not just me. i really enjoyed reading this