Skip to main content

THE WORK OF A WRITER

Writing for me is thinking through a pen and making sense of on paper. It can look like lining my emotions and discovering each one of them. I write to understand and to express.  

How I develop a piece:
I pour my heart every time I write; passions and pains. A sweet or sour hour! I write from the heart not the mind. A sour hour is when I call forth from the line, a strong negative emotion like anger, emptiness, frustration, disappointment, hurt, loneliness, etc. A sweet hour is when I call forth light positive emotions like joy, satisfaction, excitement, peace, love, hope, inspiration, etc. 

Sweet or sour O'clock?
My favourite hour is the sweetest, I can do away with the sour hour because it always demands more from me, it feels like a stretch. Uncomfortable! 
Unpacking, 
unmasking, 
facing, 
feeling and 
dealing. 
Tough, constant human activity. The sour stuff.

I have discovered that to deal with strong emotions starts with facing and identifying;  and that's what makes the healing process difficult. facing and identifying any problem is more emotional than actually solving it. Having to be a bigger person without seeing that coming. Not pleasant. I hate to say this but, like physical stretch is important for flexibility, massive and rapid muscle growth; so is every stretch from life, creates room for growth. More creativity, more knowledge, more insight and as a result better decision making.

A sweet hour is all gratitude, comfort and pleasure. The amazing stuff.
I prefer sweet but I need both.

“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”~ Natalie Goldbeg

"To say nothing more or less, or other than what you really mean: that is the whole art and joy of words."~ C.S Lewis




Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

This is IT right here 🪄✨

  December last year.  I love her 😍  I was going through hell and back here. Guys, 2024 needs to be erased from the history of years—no ways! But I still tried to do the things that felt true to me, like being creative with my wardrobe. :) Now, I am the happiest. I am as happy as a toddler learning things for the first time. I am as happy as a young adult who’s realizing things her younger self always dreamt of. I last felt this alive before my teens—before my diagnosis with Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis. I am so very much at peace; feeling strong has become the cornerstone of my inner serenity. If this was the only gift I had to receive from God, I wouldn’t dare ask for anything else. Or think of trading it for anything later down the line. This is IT right here!!! I am sooooo happy—said a girl who suffered joint pain, swelling, stiffness, redness, warmth around the joints, fatigue, fever, rash, loss of appetite, weight loss, limping, decreased range of motion, eye prob...

An alignment conversation 🥰😌

Sometimes, the best way to discover what you truly love is to look back at your younger self. Before the influence of society, teachings, and expectations shaped your perspective, your younger self knew the raw, honest truth about your passions. Reconnecting with that inner voice can reveal what genuinely sparks joy and purpose inside you—beyond all the noise and external opinions. In this blog, I’ll share how who I am passionate about now is deeply connected to that authentic, childlike clarity, in the form of a prayer rooted in assurance and hope for what seemed like a far future then. One thing about this guy — he’s fulfilled every genuine, unselfish request I ever made to God about adult love. When I was 11, I prayed for a life partner, a best friend really, trusting that when the time was right and I was older and ready, I’d find someone special. Now, being with you feels exactly like what I imagined during those prayers — like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, living out the bes...

Am not running out of time

Looking back at my life, I realise I’ve always started early. I began Grade 1 at the age of 5, started university at 17, and bought my first property at 23. I enjoyed the fact that people noticed I was the youngest in class, and I worked hard to be among the top 10 students at school. This drive really began when I chose my subjects and followed my commitment to excelling or should I say, slaying in life. In June 2024, I made the brave decision to leave my job because I chose myself and my health over demanding work. My career requires me to constantly pour into others, and most of the time I had to fake being well and energetic, even on days when I was crumbling inside. I remember one day vividly: I had just returned from external moderation, exhausted, with a badly swollen eye from allergies my eye was barely open. Yet, I still went straight into a parents’ meeting at 16:00, showing up as if nothing was wrong, despite the obvious. That’s who I’ve been all my life: pushing through, be...