It’s been a minute. How are you doing? I hope well. I am doing well.
I dropped off the face of the internet for a bit. I was only here in the form of long hours spent in a YouTube vortex and the occasional cheeky Facebook like. I didn’t want to engage with the digital world much more than that and that meant my blog was left, sad and empty, unattended.
But now I’m back because I’ve had a thought. I took a break from the social medias (including YouTube, thank goodness). I spent a day or two away from its influence. And it made me want to start writing again.
Just a couple of days ago, I started rereading The Wingfeather Saga (if you’ve never heard of these lovely tales, definitely give them a looksie). I can’t put the feeling I have about these books into words very well but I will try.
It’s like walking home on a cold winter day, the wind blistering your cheeks, and then you step inside your house, beat your boots against the floorboards, scraping off the mud and dirt of outside, setting them back in their place against the wall, then finding your way to your room, cozy with the feeling of warmth, stillness, and comfort.
It’s like curling up in the comfiest chair of your house, the rain beating against the windows but you’re not scared, because it’s a pleasant lulling sound that makes you feel just slightly sleepy.
It’s taking a bite out of a warm, delicious, freshly baked cookie, feeling its chewiness melt inside your mouth and slight crunch against your teeth.
Taking a sip of tea or coffee (your preference), slurping it around your mouth, feeling the taste of it spread across your tongue, making it tingle delightfully.
This is what a good story feels like.
But more often times than not, I don’t feel like I have that good of a story to tell.
“…Writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you.”
“Nothing happens to me.”
— John Watson’s therapist and John Watson, Sherlock, A Study in Pink
I don’t feel as if my life is that interesting to those who don’t know me. I don’t see how explaining my day to day routine or the thoughts inside my head could inspire anyone or that there’s any reason for them to want to listen to me.
But it’s not stopping me from writing this post.
It’s nice to hear the clickety-clackety of the keys under my fingertips. It’s nice to see the words that appear muddled in my head take wonderful shapes and build a story outside of my brain. I do love writing and I’ve forgotten that I even possess a style.
Something has awakened in me this past weekend.
I’ve been going down a trail of uncreativeness for a while. My life hasn’t been devoid of creativity but it has lacked one valuable aspect of creativity: writing. Storytelling. Building up the world that’s inside my head and then taking it out into the world that surrounds me in the form of moving pictures, words, sounds.
I do not know where this realization will take me. And I don’t know how much you will see it.
But know this: it’s happening.
A good story awakens something in you.
It makes you feel something that you don’t always feel in your day-to-day life.
You know it’s a good story when your head is leaning in, your mind and thoughts and eyes absorbed, consumed by the words on the page. And that world feels more real to you than the world around you.
That’s the kind of world I want to create. I don’t know what that will look like. I don’t know when you’ll get to see it. But believe me, it’ll happen. It’s all up here in my head right now but it will come down someday.
I can assure you of that.
And it’ll be a good story to tell.