Sleeping on it
Contributor
Written by
Susan Dhavle
August 2013
Contributor
Written by
Susan Dhavle
August 2013
All the most original, most profound, and seemingly bright, beautiful ideas, twists of themes and very original sentences and use of words occur just when sleep is about to lead to blessed unconsciousness for a few hours. Many a time, in some previous life, in some other place, some other whole planet goodness knows, the urge would be to leap up and write it all down. Oftentimes it resulted in words organized in thoughts and sequences tolerable to me. Quite beautiful also, one was inclined to think, immodestly. Now, those words are so full of something else, a struggle at this particular phase of life that is not so inspiring of gorgeous prose. It is full of deep anger and resentment and powerless thrusts and parries at an invisible and noxious enemy, who would, so the thoughts go, steal my very existence if there was no fierce resistance. That resistance is now my thought, the words that swirl in meaningless to understand repetitions of curses at it, or maybe more than it, many its....how many is what is so unknown and thus more poisonous. So, often, when we read the well meaning and constructive advice to just write, somehow, something, everyday, producing a fair number of words from which maybe parts could be used to create meaningful writing at some point, one thing occurs to me. I think it would be very helpful to anyone who wants to write to create a favorable mood or atmosphere. This morning I heard some very well loved music and it reminded me of what used to matter. People mattered to me. The idea that we should write of things that make us into something better than just recount ears of tales. We should also create philosophy and ways of thinking, doing and being....these were lofty sorts of motivations....once upon a time for me. But it is hard to do this when one is all tangled up in a sense of utter unwholesomeness and such deep rooted sense of injustice done to one. It can't very well be put aside.why is it wrong to feel anger at injustice? But to let it completely stall ones life is to let oneself be utterly defeated. So, somehow use whatever helps to bring that energizing, uplifting sense of joy and love of life and people into full focus. Try. Give all the old favorites a chance. Well loved music, a peaceful little space that is beautiful no matter what, something that you read, like today's posts in SheWrites. Remember what you loved, what gave you that sense of well being, the pure fun of being alive. For me, one at a great time in my life it was reclining in a favorite chair which looked out on to a serene and peaceful scene, simply birds doing their daily tasks up in the green boughs. Make your mind change. Change if only for a while and possibly what is created may be paragraphs and pages that get collected in a commendable effort to defeat every meanness and injustice by being a creative writer, no matter what. I really hope to try this. Today I feel I have been able to create a coherent and meaningful post and this makes me charged, and makes me feel I do own my own writing skill, whatever it could shape up to be. Try. Keep going. And thank you, those of you who urge all of us here on and on. Susan Dhavle

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