My husband and I will be taking a well needed getaway. Then it will be back to school come January. Even though I feel somewhat tired and in need of a break from school, I'm looking forward to next semester. I will be taking some writing classes, that will help me work towards my goal of becoming a better writer. I've been consistently thinking about writing lately. I haven't had the time to actually write and work on my stories, or even on my blog for that matter. There is some good news though. When I come to homework overloads, I've often found myself daydreaming about my stories, or even coming up with new ones.
I've decided that next year will be the first year that I complete my new years resolutions. I'm keeping it simple this year so that I can acheviev them all. So that I can accomplish this, I will have a maximum Resolutions list that will be set at 5. Working on my writing will be one of them. The writing class that I will be taking will help me get back into the 'writer's mindframe'. I can begin working on my novel again (hopefully) while also working on other short stories. That is only one part of my "Writing Resolution". Another part is working on my writer's blog. I figured if I don't stay up on my blog now, how do I expect to later on? This possible rut however won't happen. I'm going to start Part 1 now, instead of waiting a month to start. I know that it will be tough to start now because I'm coming upon finals week. But if I can't handle it now, who's to say I'll be able to handle it later. My goal is to write at least once a week while I'm starting out. If I can write more than that, then I will.
I know that I'd like to start doing thoughts and reviews on books that I've read. I find that I have gotten a lot of my inspiration to be a writer, from other writers. I've loved books my whole life. I was nicknamed the bookworm of my family as a child. As I've gotten older, that name has gotten even truer over time. I own more books than I can have with me where I'm currently living. More books than I really know what to do with right now. Yes I have a library pass, but checking books out temporarily doesn't hold the same rush that holding and reading a book that I now own, has. Someday maybe I'll get lucky and can have a small library in my house. Something like what Belle gets in Beauty and the Beast. Her own library.
There are really only been 2 things that come to mind that I can call my innisfree's. Dancing and Reading. I have recently been able to dance and not hurt too bad, which is an amazing feeling. However, I've never been so injured that I couldn't read. Not one day has gone by that I didn't want to read, and it's been that way since the day my mom started teaching me to read. It doesn't matter exactly what book I am reading, when I read, I'm part of something else. I'm not fully apart of the story and it's world, but I'm not fully here in this world either. I can't even count how many 'other worlds' I've been able to visit, and I don't think I'd want to. I just know that I'm thankful for those who can create with words. I hope someday I can do for others, what others have done for me. I hope to create 'other worlds' that someone else might also be able to visit like I have.
In light of the mention I made about my 'innisfree', I'd like to share the poem that taught me what an innisfree was. In high school I had an amazing English teacher, who by the way is a published author. He taught me to love poetry. Now I'm not a poetry nut, I'm not amazing at it, and there is so much about poetry that I have yet to learn. However a specific poem that has stuck with me and continues to inspire me was written by William Butler Yeats in 1892. It's titled The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I have previously mentioned a couple of other authors who have really inspired me. They have helped me realize a goal and a dream. A dream that I've had for a long time. A goal that I didn't conscientiously understand. One in the same that was hidden down inside of me; that I was too scared to pursue. I'm not scared anymore though. I am incredibly nervous, I feel very inadequate, I'm not sure if I'll ever make it, or ever be able to call myself a writer. I do know however, that it doesn't matter how often I get those thoughts, I'll never give up or stop trying. Sylvia Plath has helped remind me of that.
I want to send a shout out, THANK YOU to all those who:
- have taught me to never give up, and many other great lessons,
- those who are supporting this journey that I'm just starting,
- those who I know will be with me all the way,
- those who will teach me many more lessons,
- those who will help me get back up when I fall along the way
- and most importantly, thank you to those of you who love me for who I am.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath
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