A New Way to Write

I need a new way to write.  That’s why I’ve started this blog.  

I’m sure everyone who reads this will understand me when I say, I’m just too busy to write.  I’m just too busy to sit down and think, to download, to exercise my creative talent.  I’m just too busy.

The problem with being too busy is that it isn’t a good enough excuse to ignore something you love, something that makes you you.  We all find the time to do things that make us tick, or help us unwind, or maybe just keep us sane.  So I’m done with my excuses, and I’m done being too busy.  There’s an inch inside my breast that I just can’t reach without writing.

Every night when I lay down in my bed I think of a thousand things I want to say.  Some of them are about my day, playing with my little blond boy or riding on the bus and looking at so many interesting faces.  Or just the simplicity of raw humanity; the shaking hands of an elderly woman as she digs in her purse for change and it makes me want to cry.  Each day has more than a thousand images, things I just want to write down and think about.

I’m hoping this helps my skills as a creative writer.  For years I’ve had practice writing non-fiction, but I just can’t seem to break through the fiction barrier, or even make much of my non-fiction creative writing.  I think I just haven’t given anything a very good chance.  

Well, all of that’s done now and I’m going to just write and see what happens.  I want to write for myself and my family, and write for God.  Write to be who He made me to be.  Who knows, maybe I’ll find out I have something to say?