Slice Of Life Story Challenge March 7 -The Writer As Collector
The Writer As Collector
It’s not exactly panic, but I do feel a sense of disquiet if I experience a day where I am afforded little opportunity to write. I an visited by a strong sense of wasted opportunity. I frequently find myself grabbing fleeting moments to scratch out a few words. Before meetings, before the working day commences, wherever, whenever an opportunity presents. I write in cafes, in airports, on beaches. I write late at night, early in the morning. I write...
Even when I am not writing, I am getting ready to write. I am rehearsing my words, mulling over ideas and composing thoughts.
Today however, despite sharing my day with an uninvited head cold, I had a writing kind of day. My notebook pages gave themselves up to my words and ideas. The blank page surrendered to my raw words. It made me further appreciate the joy of being a literate being.
I wrote a poem based on a recent exchange I heard between a parent and a preschooler.
I enjoyed their conversation so much I imagined what might happen in a particular situation between them.
This piece was based on a recent catch up with these lifelong school friends. While reminiscing I came across this photo of us camping when we were sixteen years old and the memories flooded back.
The best books always evoke a response. In this entry it was about noticing and recording my thought processes as a reader.
I took the photograph last Friday while enjoying some time at nearby, Fisherman’s Beach. The shoreline of bubbles and foam effervescing across the sand caught my eye. I immediately wanted to use it as a backdrop for a poem.
So, there you have it. Some of my notebook harvest. Writers are collectors.