Your Brain On Words.
February 7, 2012

 

Magical, delightful, surprising, where are the tissues? That’s your brain on words. Emotional scrape? Words dangle the band-aid. Mental gash? Cry for story person, cry for self. 

Writing is the wing-span, the leap, the soar. The concentration, the distraction, the light, the dark. It’s the sky a writer circles for a landing, the place words return to every winter, the x-marks-the-spot to the centering dot, the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning, world without end, huzzah.

In the middle, in the writing, are possibilities. Mental expansion. Freedom. The birth of ideas into a whole nest of amazing.

Life. With all its rosy petals and dark, unsuspecting thorns. Words. The math of the emotions, the map of the heart.

Writers. We weave words into stringy sentences, braid meaning into ropes for those drowning in their own songs. Words that save, arrange, rearrange, turn on lights, make us smile, make us gasp. Little symbols hatched together, the birdsong of inner worlds so the outer world has a song, a chance.

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One Thousand Words A Day.
September 23, 2010

The Dog-Days of summer.

After writing every spare moment the last three years, I decided to take the summer off. The plan was to:

a) Spend more time with my lovelies: my husband, the sanctuary dogs and the rescue horses.

b) Rest the writing muscles and come back refreshed and bursting with ideas.

It worked. I’m excited to get cracking on my current WIP (that’s work-in-progress for my non-writer friends) and I’m straining at the bit to begin another YA (young adult) novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November.

That said, it doesn’t mean I didn’t have a creative outlet the past three months. Besides writing and poetry, I also love photography. It’s something I do for my own personal pleasure; unlike writing, I particularly enjoy the lack of competition and perfectionism, and the desert provides endless material.

Not something I'd want stuck in my hair!

I’m not sad to see the summer end; it’s been the hottest one yet. And even though monsoon clouds kept rolling in …

Summer has the bluest eyes ...

… and brightened up the days in a ROY-G-BIV sort of way …

Somewhere ...

 

... over the rainbow ...

… the monsoon was miserly with its rain, albeit quite generous with its sunsets:

Still, one of my favorite times of the day is when the moon appears …

The moon is an early riser.

… and night falls, which is the perfect time to snuggle under the covers with a good novel and read someone else’s one thousand words.

Photographs by Emily Murdoch