Daily Archives: 12.13.2014

Reverb 14 | Prompt 13 | On Writing

#reverb14 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2014 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith,Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.

On writing: Chances are, if you’re participating in #reverb it’s because you like writing.  Or at least want to like writing.  Writing is like a muscle.  Use it or lose it.  What do you do every day to hone your craft?  Or, what would you like to do each day to contribute to your writing?

Free writing is my nemesis.  Creating closure and including an ending that makes sense would have to be a close second.  I don’t know if this is a subtle form of rebellion against the unending five paragraph essays we were meant to write in high school, but these acts continue to plague me.

I over-edit.  I over-think.  I write down fragments, step away from the keyboard (or the notebook) and hope to come back later.

There is no situation where I write an entire post in one sitting and declare it good, because that is not the person I am.  Writing is an act of incremental progress and constant change because each time you sit down, the lens is new.  The perspective is fresh.  Sometimes we have to start over from scratch, and that is good.  Writing is a process of creating.

There was a period of time (translation more than 365 days) where I was writing every single day about something.  Sometimes it was fun and sometimes it was exhausting and still other days it just was.  That was my rhythm.

I have created editorial calendars for the blog, I have stashed away a set of creative writing prompts.  On the days where I don’t write, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t need to.  I have always said that I am a nicer person because I write and it is the truth.  Writing lets me take out what’s hiding inside.  It gives me the chance to account for and make sense of my life, my hopes, my dreams, my disappointments, and my failures.  It helps me to see how I “fit” in the scheme of things.

Some days those things simply are not there, and that is good too.  Writing is waiting when we are ready.