Recently, I had to write some assignments which I was dreading. I had no idea where or how to start, and most importantly, how on earth I'd come close to the word limit. And then I started to write. It was like I had a vein that ran straight from my imagination to my fingertips; it completely bypassed the logical and analytical part of my brain and the words went unadulterated onto the document. My fingers raced across the keyboard and could barely keep up with the thoughts and ideas spewing from my head.
However, it's one thing to word vomit, it's another for it to make perfect sense. Which it did. And as I re-read the words over and over, I was quite proud, and amazed, at what I had written.
Something had changed. I'm not sure whether it is to do with the different books I've been reading lately or through editing some great writers' work, or maybe just through maturity. But something has definitely changed. I've since decided that I'd like to undertake an associate degree of creative writing, mostly out of self-interest but also to help me be a better editor. And I also wanted to start another blog that had more of a writing focus, rather than superficial tales of my life - hence The Lighthouse Light.
Inspiration has also been a major factor. I am inspired by a variety of people, both famous and non-famous. Including my two main 'writer' inspirers, Sarah and Laura. I've also recently succumbed to the charisma of Anne Lamott, too. Amazing lady.
So I am planning to put pen to paper/fingers to keyboard and just write. See what I come up with. Spend time on each piece, do the research, review draft after draft, and create.
