A few posts ago, I made mention of my little writing gnome, Wendell. Wendell was a Christmas present from my husband this past year. It took us a while to discover his name. However, Wendell it was, and his sits on our front porch where he can write in his journal.
Imagine my surprise when I learned that, after appearing in this blog, Wendell received a promotion! He no longer is simply a writing gnome. He has been promoted–by my husband–to Gnome de Plume!
Congratulations, my diminutive wordsmith! We look forward to seeing what more we can learn from you.
Wendell, journaling about his recent promotion to Gnome de Plume.
My last post was a share of D.W.T. Smith’s post explaining his recent absence from his site, along with his promise that he was back and would resume posting valuable content.
He had perfectly good reasons for being absent and was much more serious in his explanation than I’ve ever been. My explanations amount to “Well, life got in the way again.”
It’s a fact. Life does get in the way of creative work. Not so much in the way of creativity, though. Most of us notice those times when creativity seeks its own outlet, even when writing is impossible. The baking, the building, the singing, the dancing –all episodes of creativity maniacally seeking a way out.
A Writer’s Work is Never Done
The first time I posted this picture, it was as a new header on a section of the blog I had. The section — and the image — were called “A Writer’s Work is Never Done”.
Do any of us really dispute that?
We may finish a piece of writing; and we’re done with that. However, more writing awaits us. It is as if, despite dry spells, creativity is a wellspring that never empties. It continually renews, resurfacing in multiple formats until we pay attention and assist it in manifesting in our lives in some way, shape, or form.
When we are lucky writers, the wellspring spouts up plots and words and characters. Not so lucky? We might get quiche.
I’m just glad the wellspring is there, and that right now, for both D.W.T. Smith and myself, the words are flowing.
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