When I sit down to write I have a sense of someone or something listening. I don't know what - it's I and it's You and it's like a collective. That collective is my audience and my friend. And although I can write without feeling it, I find I have to feel it in order to write anything I like.
So, this YOU/ this ME listens and cares about what I have to say and wants me to say it. And that energy of interest carries my effort and buoys me on. Then sometimes, the eyeballs of my attention turn inside out and change that accepting collective into a critical, problem-seeking examiner, a Judge whose possible disapproval haunts me. This is when life and work can become an unhappy drill. But it's also a time that can serve to remind me of the choice I have - the choice of audience - the one in my head or the one in my heart. For this choice will determine the nature of my journey and what I have to give.
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4/25/2011 03:22:26 pm
I love the pictures you draw along with your posts. This makes it all the more fun....
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