Writing Night

Tonight is writing night.  In fact, every Tuesday night is my night to write (thanks, honey!).  What I've found in my short stint as a wanna-be writer is that I can't force a subject if I want to have my heart in the words. Maybe that will change over time, but I don't think it will.  The key thing for me these days is to find a stream of ideas that I can send flowing out through my fingers.  Tapping a well of ideas is a good start but forcing it is like hauling thoughts out by buckets and dumping them onto the page.  They might pool together but they don't create anything interesting.  Tonight I'm trying to capture something worth writing.

There are streams inside my brain.  Most of the time one will surface and the words flow easily (if not always well).  Twice I have been able to find a way to stir the pooling water into a moving force.  Each time I had to go through a rough time of writing and re-writing, or even discarding large parts of the story.  But there are good ideas there, and it's been fun to dig in and find them.  So far, it's been a fun and rewarding experiment.  Writing nights are giving me time to be "artsy" and I'm loving it.