Monday, 22 September 2014

Soul Writing

Hi.

It’s been a while.

I haven’t forgotten about you. Quite the opposite, in fact. I spend most of my days knowing that this piece is missing. THIS writing. This one, that comes from deep inside of me. It is formed without care for your opinion (sorry, it’s flattering and all, but I’m not interested.) It is woven with pre-dream thoughts, two glasses of red wine, and an unopened Gmail inbox.

I spent the majority of the last year disciplining myself into writing my first novel. (Rough draft is “finished.” Congrats to me.) And I’ve recently landed a writing “job”. Not soul writing. But I’m writing, and it can help me pay my bills.

But this writing. This 2am, can’t-wait-to-get-it-down,-willing-to-miss-out-on-sleep,-willing-to-interrupt-my-goals-because-I-simply-can’t-wait-another-moment-to-share-my-thoughts-with-the-world-right-now kind of writing, hasn’t happened for a long time. I’m not even sure what it is I’m sharing with you, but it couldn’t wait, obviously.

I’ve taken on a lot of new. . . hmmm. . . adventures, shall I say? And I’m scared (of normal things: utter and complete failure, financial ruin, broken hearts and being driven to insanity. You know—average, everyday fears.) I’m still going to dive-in head first, however, and hope to hell I don’t crack my over-eager skull open on that shiny, financially-viable lifestyle that has painted itself onto my every waking moment. (Sorry to be graphic; it’s 2am and descriptors get more blunt the closer I get to sunrise.)

What I’m really afraid of amongst all these new adventures, is that it will take me away from this. I missed this. Even if to you it seems like a silly little blog about a silly little girl, for me, it’s my outlet. No dance class or photograph or novel I write will ever replace this.

I’d like to promise myself that this is the first of many posts to come in succession (and hopefully the next few are more interesting to you than this one,) but I’ve made and broken that promise so many times you’d think my blog site would have divorced me by now.

Perhaps you’ll hear from me soon. (And perhaps you won’t.) Either way, I enjoyed our brief reunion. I genuinely hope it’s not so long until the next.


Sincerely,

Mira’s Soul