I Write Because…..Day One Of Everyday Inspiration

 

writerI am taking this online daily inspiration class to help me get back in the saddle of writing. One would think if you love writing, it will come easy, right? Sadly, that is not the case.

Just like anything we like to do, sometimes we get burnt out. I like to compare it to running. If you don’t keep running every day, you will lose your stamina; it will get harder. Then you might only run a couple of times a week. You start to feel guilty because you aren’t running much anymore. Before you know it, it’s been four months since you put on your running shoes. You have to start over to get to where you once were. That is where I am in my writing. Blowing the dust off my keyboard, cracking my knuckles and starting from square one.

I just received my first writing assignment, and it is fittingly asking. “Why Do I Write?” It is a fantastic question allowing me to dig deep inside myself to ask, why? I can remember as a kid writing in my diary. I would write about my hopes and dreams. Who I liked and who I didn’t like. Crushes would come and go. That seemed to be a major writing source at the time, boys. I had this typewriter my mom would let me play with. I would type poems so inspiring William Shakespear would have been moved. Well in the mind of an 8-year-old girl they seemed to be powerful. Reading them now, I get a good laugh with a twinge of embarrassment, thanks to my sister.

When I truly look deep into my spirit on why I love to write it stems back to 3rd grade. I had just changed schools, and I had Mrs. Callahan. I loved Mrs. Callahan. I wasn’t good at math; I didn’t give a rip about science. Art wasn’t so bad except I couldn’t draw my way out of a paper bag. I was just along for the ride until the day Mrs. Callahan changed my whole view on school. It was a lesson on limericks. You know the short and funny little sentences in the AABBA pattern? I was hooked.

There once was a girl named Sue,
She didn’t know what to do,
So she took out her pen,
Started writing again,
Now she wasn’t so blue.

The last seven years or so I have got back on the writing wagon. I write radio commercials and advertising copy as part of my job. And I enjoy it, but the main reason I write is that it is my way to express my thoughts and opinions without getting all tongue tied and flustered.

Writing is my outlet. I can write my feeling on paper much easier than expressing them with spoken words. It’s like my brain doesn’t function unless I am writing things down. Morning Mojo started in December 2013 as a way to share positive, encouraging and spiritual thoughts. Then two days later, without warning, life threw a curve ball. My middle daughter had leukemia. So the purpose of my blog sort of wears many hats. Morning Mojo is my place to vent, share my fears and struggles, inform and discuss random topics and ideas. And of course, a place to share some serious, awesome mojo, in the hope readers feel inspired, realizing we are all pretty freakin’ messed up