I am beginning a journey. It will take time and commitment, and I need all of my people on board. That’s why I’m telling you all. Really, this commitment started a long time ago. It started before college, even before high school. It started when I read that first book that changed my life (I know, you’ve heard this story before, but that’s irrelevant. It’s my story and it’s important darn it).
I have competed with myself two years now by participating in NaNoWriMo, and I have won one of those years. I have told myself time and time again that I am going to be a writer. That I am a writer. But then, I don’t do the very thing that has to be done in order to make me a writer: I don’t write.
At the beginning of this summer, my first real summer in several years, I bought a blue journal from Barnes and Noble. It was on the clearance shelf for 6.97 and the blue spoke of the ocean and cottages and open skies. I picked it up on a whim and said to myself “This summer I’m going to fill up that journal.” HA.
It is June 19, and I have filled up seven pages, four of which I did today. I needed a refresher, a reminder of why I love writing so much, why I feel stronger and more alive when I am putting the pen to the paper, or the fingers to the keyboard, so I did what I always do when that fancy strikes me: I went to the bookstore and bought a book on writing.
This book is meant to be a supplement as one builds a writing life. I have the summer to make the commitment, to build the habit of writing daily and passionately. I am going to complete the book throughout the summer, and I hope to be able to share with you all some of the writing that this books prompts. I’m going to need encouragement. I’m probably going to need a kick in the ass some days. That’s okay. It will be worth it. I’ll keep you posted as I build this writing life, and I’ll give you weekly updates on my journal filling.
Here is something that the book has prompted so far:
My heart pumps blood through my veins, keeping me alive and moving and doing things. The thump-thump of my heart is the music of my body-never skipping a beat, never stumbling on the melody. But I have two hearts, really. The one that pumps blood through my veins and the one that pumps stories into my soul. My first heart helps me get through the day; my second heart helps me remember it .
When I look out into the world, I see stories everywhere. The couple cuddling in the booth, the man and wife walking through the store and I can’t help but wonder if they’ve forgotten how to old hands. The group of kids at the library putting their probably gross hands on all of the books while the ever-patient librarian follows, wiping away finger prints and germs.
There are stories everywhere, and my second heart keeps taking them in, letting them flow through me. This second heart is just as valuable as my first heart. My first heart makes it to where I can breathe, the second makes sure the breathing is worthwhile.