Sunday, November 2, 2014

Currie's Gratitude 2 November 2014

You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won't really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we'll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.    [Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life]

Lately I have been thinking a lot about why writing has always been so precious to me. I remember even as a young child how much I loved the feeling of empowerment that BEing able to put words together gave me.

I’ve never really got the hang of writing fiction. I’ve wanted to, but it’s like the difference BEtween BEing a sculptor and bicycle messenger.

What I know is that I am very lucky.

Blessed even.

I love you, Currie


Fallingladies said...

I dont consider myself a novelist either, but i am still giving it a shot,
love your giraffe....

Cindy McMath said...

Lovely giraffe & wonderful background. It looks like you had a pleasant time creating this.

Carol said...

I envy those who write well. I must have slept through all of the grammar classes as a child or at least Day Dreamed through them. :) I find it difficult to put my jumbled thoughts on paper and just getting a blog written is often more than I can handle. Everything always runs together and gets worse as I get older and since Fibromyalgia has taken over my life. But I do keep trying most days :)