There’s a trick I often use to get beginning creative writers past the first hurdle, which is usually a flaming sharknado of terror that prevents them from putting down a single word: I ask them to imagine they’re writing to someone in particular.
When my daughter was about 10 years old, and was learning to jump obstacles on a horse, she had a blessed teacher who told her, "When you come to the hurdle, throw your heart over and jump after it." Yea, as if. Yet I do know that when I am willing to visit the seat of my desire, it tends to open a vastness that cannot be contained as it calls forth wonder. Again, thank you.
When my daughter was about 10 years old, and was learning to jump obstacles on a horse, she had a blessed teacher who told her, "When you come to the hurdle, throw your heart over and jump after it." Yea, as if. Yet I do know that when I am willing to visit the seat of my desire, it tends to open a vastness that cannot be contained as it calls forth wonder. Again, thank you.
“ what it looks like when I behave as though I might be cherished like a slow sunset.” <— absolutely beautiful writing.
Yes, you did just do an amazing thing, and I say that as if my experience matters. :)
Too good, Mo