What
is it that keeps me plunking down words, fingers tapping keys,
clenched hand pushing a pen across a page?
Certainly my accumulation
of rejections -- especially the ones resembling nothing more than a
mass produced product – do more to feed my disappointment than
inspire me to keep on writing.
Success
in getting published may come along, sometimes with months of famine in
between. Yet, even as I savor a sense of accomplishment and brandish
the flag of recognition, those instances aren’t what drives me to
my writing pad.
The
magic happens each time I set aside time to create words; each time
the tip of my pen, or fingertips pounding a keyboard, produces
squiggles and curves that morph into understandable language. That’s
when I find myself connected to a force beyond myself.
As
I witness words accumulate on paper or my computer screen, it’s a
reminder that I am connecting to the Source of creativity. It is this
awareness of being part of something beyond my ken that keeps me going.
Every time something newly created flows out of the deep center of
my being, feeding my flickering flame of inspiration into life, I'm filled with a sense of fulfillment for being alive.