I live like a writer now, from the time my eyes open in the morning:
i walk around with a camera looking for small things
and i talk to myself the whole time
the story in front of me
revealing details and strings
dead cells
detritus
life under cover
here and there
waiting for intervention
waves of stimulus
salt water to push them to spring
to life to find movement and rhythm of the universe.
I live like a writer now, the smallest thing tells the biggest story to me.
39 comments:
I want to thank Kathryn Magendie, whom I visited this morning before writing this, whose post about living with characters she created led me to these observations. Thanks, K. and welcome!
Beautiful, beautiful thoughts and image. I certainly can relate. Years ago, with a house full of children and animals, I never suspected I would ever consider myself a writer.
It is the details that make life interesting. Tuning in to the wonders seems more interesting when we can share it. Blogging is sharing and it has opened my eyes wider too.....
It's amazing the things you notice in that state of mind that would have completely eluded you before!
*waves to Kat!*
Loved this post. Especially this: "the smallest thing tells the biggest story to me."
(Word Verification = kings)
Angie sent me back over here to say you'd mentioned me in the comments - you have made me smile and today I needed a smile - thank you *Big Ole Smile*
and thank you for the welcome . . .
"...the smallest thing tells the biggest story" indeed. There are so few years I can recall with allowing myself to be wrapped up in extraneous 'things and stuff'... could never make much sense of it.
That which opens our eyes to the world around us, really opens them, is good. Thanks for the reminder.
beautifully said
wonderful write...everything has a story if we are willing to listen...i live like a writer too...smiles.
Just like a visual artist, a writer is visualizing everything in words to be written.
Rosaria,
I feel blessed to have met so many talented writers during the past year or so. How I ever mustered up the courage to let others see anything I wrote is still a mystery to me. I enjoy the world I find myself a tiny part of now.
Some people don't have the ability to perceive details, they just see life's big lines in panoramic view.
Getting to know many life details, hopefully, will make us wiser.
Great picture and post! I too am learning to spot to little things. It's kind's like stuff kids notice all the time. :) Thanks for commenting on my blog. I'll be a'following yours.
I know exactly what you mean and you describe the condition perfectly. Writing certainly teaches you to observe and some days I think, "Can I make a story out of this tiny thing?" The answer is always, of course, "Yes" but it takes discipline. Colette also writes about this.
Like all good writers, you make me smile! Loved the post. I'm not as talented, but I walk around with the thought.."is this blog worthy?". I've found out, most things are even if they only interest you!
Are those what the English call winkles? I like the photo, and I like the idea of living all day every day as a writer. Sometimes I feel so torn, not knowing which me I am at the time.
Ain't it the truth. We begin to see a atory in everything.
Oh yes, I know what you mean. I always grab my camera now whenever I leave the house.
That truly is the life of a writer - being scrupulously observant!
Wonderful. It's all in the details.
I notice the small things often, also. However, many times I let the picture tell the story.
Thanks for the visit; farm work is physically demanding, but rewarding in many ways.
To be aware, fully present in the moment, is such a wonderful way to see and absorb our world. I love your words.
To be aware, fully present in the moment, is such a wonderful way to see and absorb our world. I love your words.
I've been a journalist for a lot of years. Maybe some day I'll be able to relax enough to do the things which will help me become a writer.
Thanks for sharing the thoughts.
Lovely post, so beautifully said, and so true! I've been a writer ever since the day that I learned how to write, and wrote my first book in second grade! I love the writer's life and everything it entails.
Interesting revelation. It gives me something to ponder.
Before, when we had railway level crossings there were signs: "Stop, look, listen". It did apply to a lot more than crossings. Maybe we should bring them back.
This is my first time visiting your blog and I absolutely LOVE it!
So much so that I became one of your "Followers". :)
Thanks for sharing!
gabriele
Wish I could be more a writer and less an editor...Editors take the fun out of everything...always correcting things until he writing becomes stilted and styled.
I'm so glad you have discovered the world of writing with such freshness.
Beautifully put. The mind of a writer or the eye of the artist sees the world in much more detail. And that is a good thing.
"life under cover" I love that.
I'm humbled by all I see and all you do, how you all create and live your lives so fully. It sends an old lady into a spin.
Live On!
I love the part about talking to yourself. I do this too, especially when my creativity is at a peak and I'm trying to drag a sentence or image out of my mind. Beautifully written.
You live like a poet...in particular!! Capturing the moments for all time!! Beautiful description...And this is a fantastic post!!! I LOVE it!!! ~Janine XO
Wonderful! In some senses (pardon the pun) you have always lived like a writer. So so happy to see this. There is a story in everything, and you have found it. Can't wait to read more!
Nice connection between you & Kathryn. Week after next I'll be walking the Florida coast at Ponte Vedra Beach (hopefully) and looking for interesting shots! Lovely.
Yes, Rosaria. And they'll think you crazy for it but that is the best way to be.
I laughed so hard yesterday. I walk large in this little town and talk to myself and sing and hands and all that. I walked out of town on the backroads acting up like this, living life as I saw it. A truck slowed down and two occupants waved madly. I thought, oh, they see the world, too, how wonderful. I met one of them later at the supermarket while I was on my beau's arm. His eyes fricken erupted to see me there. He congratulated my beau. I hope it was for the life of it, you know.
Yes, live like this. Mumble. Look crazy. Beautiful writing. Beautiful living. We should all, every day.
xo
erin
Beautiful!
You are a gem.
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