I’ve been on a writing break (of sorts) since the release of my third book and this time living almost completely in the real world has been an interesting journey. A strange conundrum has found me and I’m not completely certain I have it worked out yet, but I am ready to drop it into this writers’ forum to see what you make of it (To see other blogs participating in IWSG, see the master list here). My issue is about words and writers and the sometimes symbiotic and sometimes parasitic nature of their relationship.
In the morning light today, I see that balance is what all of this is actually about, finding the connection inside myself that allows me to find beauty in the wordless, the feelings and experiences beyond language. To seek that connection deeply. And to use my words and the pictures they create in a more measured way, not in my relationships with others, but into the stories always pushing at me to be told.