Creativity is an energy. It’s a precious energy, and it’s something to be protected. A lot of people take for granted that they’re a creative person, but I know from experience, feeling it myself, it is a magic; it is an energy. And it can’t be taken for granted — Ava DuVernay
After forced time away from writing, there is a sense of relief which turns into a small ‘g’ giddiness at the prospect of reacquainting myself with my characters. That giddiness quickly turns into a sense of calm and then sliding easily into the business of telling a story.
As of this past Friday, a huge commitment was completed and I spent the weekend decompressing. I would have preferred to dive right back into writing but it seemed I needed to decompress.
Quite frankly, I think I’m done with decompressing. The urge to write is running through my blood. And there is no excuse to not write. Not anymore. It’s been awhile since I have been in agreement with that sentiment.
I don’t think it will take too long to go from 0 to 100 in ten seconds flat. The urge to not be sociable is growing. What I mean by not being sociable is I mean I would rather write than hang with friends and shoot the shit with them. The need to write is to be heeded. The need to have a few drinks with friends is something I don’t have to heed and don’t care to heed.
The good thing is my friends understand. Those who don’t were never my friends to begin with. I am in no mood to explain myself to anyone.
My social life will take a hit until I finish the book but that’s okay.
The magic of telling stories is far more enticing, far more rewarding, far more satisfying and far more addictive than anything or anyone (and I can name of a few off the top of my head) I can think of at the moment.
I’m not losing out on anything by focusing on what I inherently need and am driven to do. I will learn, absorb and grow in ways I never thought of. That is part of the magic of learning to be a storyteller. That is something I will never take for granted.