Literary Allusion

NOTE: This blog may be a trigger for arachnophobes.

It’s gotten to the point that most nights I can just sit in the quiet for a few moments and I start to channel my blog post. Sometimes I get a couple of sentences in to it and I realize that it is perhaps a little bit too personal or it otherwise steps outside of the boundaries that I’ve established for my blog posts. In those cases, I save it as a draft and I start over.

But more often than not, I’ve managed to start an interesting story. I just have to carefully tease the story out of my subconscious. If I pull too heard, I break the thread. If I don’t keep up it gets out of hand and leaves me behind. But usually I just write the words as they pop into my head and the story appears on the page.

It’s not always the topic that I expected to write about. Sometimes I discover that I don’t feel the way that I though I did about it before I started writing. But I always learn something, usually about myself. It could be a lot worse than that, I suppose.

Tonight I realized that I have until Wednesday to finish writing my two thousand words for my writer’s group. Talk about deadline pressure. I’m not sure when I’m going to get it written, perhaps tonight when I finish my blog.

What I’ve discovered is that it takes a certain amount of pressure to force the words out of my finger tips. Not too much, not too little, just enough. The hard thing to learn is how to arrange to have just enough pressure available to keep the thread flowing.

It makes me feel like some kind of literary spider, weaving the words of my web in which to entangle my readers. I will encapsulate them in a cocoon of narrative and they will emerge a butterfly having been transformed by my story. I’ll be back tomorrow with another blog post. I hope you are here to read it.

Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.