Our dreams are often eclipsed by what we assume is the life we’re supposed have rather than life we actually have.
Our actuality is different from the way we see the world, the way we read the world and the way we write the world.
Our writing describes the way we see the things around us. The river we fished as kids, the smell of the smoke in morning when the farmers would burn weeds and the way our grandparents house always smelled of fresh cookies regardless of whether there were actual cookies available.
These words are the way we see the laughable things we see in the painting before us. The way the light hits the top of trees outside our house, the way the dirt smells when we’re planting the garden and how things we see may be differ from the way others see it.
Each day we write and engage the world around us informs our thoughts about our writing and whether we trust that our writing is on the correct track and not being disturbed by the things we don’t see around us, like the negative thoughts running through our heads.
Our negative thoughts about our writing should be silenced when we finish a new book, but they often get louder.
We chase our writing, when it should be trying to keep up with what we want to write and not us keeping up with the story coming out.
Keeping up with the words is our motivation, and it’s a worthy one.