It takes something else to get me out of whatever.
I’m on the train listening to the nothings people ask so much about.
The worlds going by while everyone tries to ignore each other.
I hate to repeat myself over the years but I wish I wrote more.
I wonder how many posts you’d find that thought in.
It’s early but not that much.
My heart has been craving something more while I curl up everyday in daydreams of what it could be.
Something I’ve thought about whenever I question my inner writers whereabouts is the drama of life and how my words and thoughts thrive off of it.
This was a theory until just yesterday.
Watching Miss Carrie Bradshaw chase stories in moments of experimentation helped me realize that that is what we as writers do;
we take the drama of our lives and use that as our muse! Well, at least some of us do. Others are just born with the God-given talent of storytelling.
As for me, my poetry has always thrived off of my life’s drama. Love, promiscuity, adolescence, enlightenment, you name it.
But when it comes to the standstills, the plateaus, the normalcy that life can bring, my words seem to escape with the rest of the action my life usually brings.
And so I sit in the silence and wait for something else to happen…or, by bad habit, make something happen; just to feel again, to write again.
This, I had been going about all wrong. It wasn’t love or heartbreak I should’ve been chasing, it was a damn good story!—not that I ever was a good storyteller anyway.
What I mean is, and what my realization is, is that my writing never fed off my low points. What it loves and has wanted is the drama! A drama that doesn’t have to be my own but a drama tapped into.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not gonna go around writing about other people’s lives and their own BS; but I can find muse in the drama of love, adolescence, enlightenment—you know the things I typically write about; and not have it be my own. Like Carrie Bradshaw!
Throughout the entire show, it’s a handful of times she actually speaks on someone else’s specific case. Mostly it is on her own or the words, thoughts, and actions of the NYC collective.
Writing that last thought has given me an idea…
Well, we’ll see where these thoughts take me. Maybe they’re fleeting ideas waiting to be ignored or swept away. Or maybe they’re good ones….really good ones…
Talk soon?
-Natalia