Writing: The ebbs and flows

  I knew before I could read that I was living my life as a storyteller. Even as a child I personally experienced ever single moment with an internal responsibility to remember absolutely everything, because one day someone would be left to recall, it all. It was hard for me to learn to read, but stories told--of me--include, the fact that I was able to recite every nursery rhyme I had remembered at the age of 18-months.  I apparently was born to remember things.

  

 When I was finishing my BS Degree, I had some time to take some amazing advanced writing classes. I was thrilled with every moment I participated in the honor's college forms of non-fiction writing course. It's strange how such an activity can cause a pause in the actual act of writing. I had been on a several-year roll of actually making money with my writing skills. Hit-or-miss, sometimes. But, still making progress in my own mind with my "writing career." 

  The classes I took in 2015, shook my writing up.  

  The advanced writing classes combined with coursework in Sociological Theory and Research created a much deeper understanding about the words I want to write and what I want them to mean.  

  Whatever flow of writing I was on before that time, has slowly become less relevant and harder to keep doing. Returning to full-time work has also made my writing time more valuable. Gone are the days I would word-play all day, or spend twenty hours researching. 

  I refuse to accept the label, "writer's block" to me that is an excuse and writer hypochondria. I have always been writing in my mind and every moment in life is written in my memory. Well, most every moment, or at least my perspective of every moment. 

  I prefer to refer to the past year and a half as a processing pause. My actual writing may have ebbed but that in no way should mean that my writing has been blocked. I have been formulating the many ideas I have and deciding how to go forward. I am looking forward to putting more words on the page.