Today’s post wasn’t on the blog schedule. I want that out and understood, because it’s going to be a weird one.
We can call it motivation, I suppose. But in a very real sense, at least for me, and I would assume for most people who write emotionally, who write poetry, their motivation is… emotion. It’s what fuels a writer like me, fuels me. If I don’t feel anything for what I write, its like there’s no soul to my piece.
It seems that writers of my ilk seem to thrive on heart-bruises. A double edged sword, to be sure, because it means there’s constantly conflict. In order to craft, we need it, and that means there is… rarely peace in our lives.
…an old writer friend of mine wrote a poem, and the following stanza is from it [see it here].
“…give me something to write about