Comments on: Not About Love…But Learning http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/not-about-love-but-learning/ Musings and Ramblings from a Not-So-Average Girl Next Door Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:30:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Susan Pogorzelski http://www.opheliaswebb.com/2010/02/not-about-love-but-learning/comment-page-1/#comment-1871 Susan Pogorzelski Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:01:07 +0000 http://www.opheliaswebb.com/?p=667#comment-1871 As a fellow creative writer, I absolutely adore this post. I have two partial novels sitting in my "bottom drawer" (in a folder on my laptop that I rarely open). Time and again I'll take a peek in there -- say hello to my characters, immerse myself in the town I'd created and loved -- but I always wind up saying goodbye again as I lose faith in myself and my abilities and stop listening to the words in my heart. But I love it. I think when you're a writer, that voice can go silent for two minutes or two years and yet writing is still and always will be a part of you. And when you hear those characters speaking to you again, those words whispering, it's like a joyful reunion before you curse them out, wondering where they've been. Writing is a lot like a love affair. You have to nurture it, grow with it. It takes patience, it takes time. Sometimes you get frustrated and just want to walk away from it. Sometimes you settle into a comfortable (or uncomfortable) silence. But then sometimes you reignite that passion and you remember why you fell in love with it in the first place. I love your honesty in this post and I always love to meet another creative writer. You just articulately described what so many go through, so thank you for that. Here's hoping you keep that pen to paper :) .-= Susan Pogorzelski´s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/twentyorsomething/aYpF/~3/7VYWlLqGWs8/" rel="nofollow">Clinging To A Past That Doesn’t Let You Choose</a> =-. As a fellow creative writer, I absolutely adore this post. I have two partial novels sitting in my “bottom drawer” (in a folder on my laptop that I rarely open). Time and again I’ll take a peek in there — say hello to my characters, immerse myself in the town I’d created and loved — but I always wind up saying goodbye again as I lose faith in myself and my abilities and stop listening to the words in my heart.

But I love it. I think when you’re a writer, that voice can go silent for two minutes or two years and yet writing is still and always will be a part of you. And when you hear those characters speaking to you again, those words whispering, it’s like a joyful reunion before you curse them out, wondering where they’ve been.

Writing is a lot like a love affair. You have to nurture it, grow with it. It takes patience, it takes time. Sometimes you get frustrated and just want to walk away from it. Sometimes you settle into a comfortable (or uncomfortable) silence. But then sometimes you reignite that passion and you remember why you fell in love with it in the first place.

I love your honesty in this post and I always love to meet another creative writer. You just articulately described what so many go through, so thank you for that. Here’s hoping you keep that pen to paper :)
.-= Susan Pogorzelski´s last blog ..Clinging To A Past That Doesn’t Let You Choose =-.

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