A guest post to motivate, encourage, and inspire….
I watched a hot air balloon hanging low over the fields this morning. It appeared not to be going anywhere and that it might have to land and give up the journey. I wondered if the pilot was disappointed he wouldn’t be flying today. Perhaps he enjoyed the unexpected glimpse of spring right below him—the tender green of budding trees and sprouting wheat that were awakening the winter-worn landscape. He might not have been doing what he had hoped, but he certainly got to appreciate sights he otherwise might have missed. Holding patterns can be for gathering, for gaining perspective.
I know these current difficulties might one day be subjects for my writing. When pain lessens and perspective widens, I can find my way to crafting an essay or two.
Working through sorrow has been a focus of several published pieces: Mom’s illness that robbed her of the ability to hold onto memories, my eldest son’s brain defect, my youngest son leaving for college. However, complex, personal themes often take a long time to process, and a writer needs to write. The longer you are away from that blank page, the more difficult it is to get back. Sometimes the keeper of your memory palace needs to kick you in your neural network to dislodge you from inactivity. And my palace gatekeeper has his pointy-toed shoes on today.
The balloon sighting remains in the forefront of my thoughts, but by late morning, it is superimposed on the image of scrolling through Literary Mama’s “Calls for Submissions” the night before. Restless, I open my email and read some wonderful essays from the magazines and blogs that deposit them there. But I am not satiated. I long to weed out weak verbs and agonize over adjectives. The need for a topic is overwhelming, so I return to the call list. My eyes fall upon “After Page One.”