Today is warmer, the ice is melting off the walks and you can smell the first sign of spring in the air. It’s a welcome respite from the cold that will no doubt return at least for one last hurrah along with the classic spring blizzard.
I’ve been full of thoughts and ideas the last couple of days and feel the urge to write more and more. When it will begin I don’t know exactly but the urge is there. Last night I struggled with the idea of opening another blog for creative efforts as I feel there may be something new about to happen. I don’t know if you would call it fiction exactly but those who read it will surely think it so. After tossing the idea around I did open another blog, not public yet as it is empty. I’m hoping it does not fall by the side of the road like others ideas I’ve had.
What makes writing happen I have no idea. What makes a good writer is a question I have been tossing around in my head for days. Is it just in the eye of the beholder? The words that captivate us is a very individual thing. Each of us who puts our words on the page writes from someplace in the soul. We work the colors of our thoughts, ideas and dreams on the page, painting a picture for others, no matter how simple or complex.
My attempt, and right now I say attempt, will be just that, to paint a picture of those journeys I make and the places I visit, a storybook of sorts, one of reality and imagination. The world of imagination and reality touch one another crossing over into a world that waits for us to find it. We have only to open our eyes and minds and it will be there.