I put my first blog, Open Secret, on hold two years ago. I felt like I had exhausted what I wanted to say and I had closed a chapter in my life and in Michael’s. At the time, I felt the pull of something new that wanted to be written and I couldn’t wait to get started.
I wanted to write a book.
For the first few months I felt kind of relieved that Open Secret wasn’t constantly badgering me to post. I gave myself a much-deserved holiday from writing and accomplished very little on my new project apart from a quick chapter sketch. I told myself that I was letting the idea ‘gestate’ and did not want to rush into birthing my book too soon.
About the time that Open Secret went on hold, my coaching business picked up speed and I stepped into the challenge, success, abundance and prosperity that I had been longing for professionally. As a result, all my creativity went into my work. I designed and delivered workshops, coached executives and individuals and continued to tend to my growing business. And, frankly, for a while that was all I could manage.
Looking back on my non-writing phase I realize that even when I wasn’t physically writing I was always writing in my head. I was interpreting my day-to-day life through my writer’s lens and feeling short pieces of writing perpetually taking shape in my head. I just wasn’t taking the time to actually write them down. I realize now that I fell in love with observing life and was capturing it in my head the same way that a photographer would capture a moment with their camera. I was observing snapshots in my imagination.
So I guess I never really did stop writing.
Here’s the thing I’ve realized though; I love to write about the everyday. I love to write informally, as if I am having a conversation. I know I am probably an editor’s worst nightmare but my most vulnerable and transparent writing can only be written in my own voice. It seems that as soon as I put limitations on myself (like…’today I am writing my book…’ or ‘the grammar is awkward here…’) I lose the inspiration and the magic. I lose the fun.
So, for now, 365 Radical Acts is just what the doctor ordered. And will I ever get to the writing of that book? I just don’t know and, frankly, at this point, it really doesn’t matter. I’m having way to much fun to care!
Thanks for reading!