I have so many things I want to write about, including spring cleaning. I am stubbornly waiting until the weather actually turns spring-like so that I can open the windows and actually call it spring cleaning. Today we are due to get some hail, (yes, hail!)so I continue to walk across my sticky kitchen floor and watch the dust balls grow.
I also want to write about the time I wrote an article on assignment for a magazine. It was about a vision quest in suburbia. Talk about an oxymoron. I remembered the assignment while driving home from writing group last week, after discussing freelance writing. Oh, and there was that, I thought. I’d forgotten about it. And now I want to write about it because it was so bizarre that I have to dust it off and churn the experience into a new story.
And I want to write about writer’s block and how Julia Cameron, author of the Artist’s Way, rescues many writers from this misery. She reminds us, when words become as elusive as water in the dessert, to not call it laziness. Call it fear.
Thank you, Julia Cameron, for reminding us of this when we are blocked. We are not losers! she is telling us. We are cowards. Believe it or not, this really does help.
I want to write about these things and more, and I will, but I am currently preoccupied with the Moth open mic story telling. I first wrote about my Moth Story Slam adventure in an earlier post here: https://musingsimplicity.wordpress.com/2015/03/05/the-moth-story-slam-live-storytelling/
Happily, I sold my winning Moth story to an online magazine and am now working on lengthening it a bit, at the editor’s request. They will own exclusive rights for six months, and after that I can do what I want with it-submit to other publications, blog, etc.
I am still waiting on the date for the Moth Grand Slam where I will compete with ten other story tellers. I think it will be over the summer and I can hardly wait!
In the meantime, I plan to perform again this week at another story slam just for practice, so I am preparing for that, right down to picking out my mothfit.
A mothfit is what I now call the outfit I wear to these things. A small detail, I know, but I reason that it requires at least a little thought. It should be authentic, and not pretentious. Comfortable, but not frumpy. Chic, but not shabby.
So after this week, with the story revisions and the Moth Story Slam behind me , I will be free to focus on other writing again.
And it would be great if this coincided with spring making her grand entrance. Because for me, bogged down by winter’s layers- of clothing, cold, and grime- are dichotomous with writing freely and moving forward, lightly.
Here in New England, we are going to appreciate spring like a blocked writer appreciates fresh words.
When that time comes, I will throw open my windows. I will wipe away any dirt and excess, and clear the way for the sunshine and the muse to come through, light and warming. Because this simplifying thing, it really does work.