14 Jun 2012 No Comments
Yesterday I had a particularly juicy conversation with Miss Sassy Lisa, she’s what I think of as my writing guru (and generally succulent wild-woman friend). Lisa offers a writing/coaching programme “Write the Freakin’ Book – THE BOOK WRITING PROGRAMME FOR BADASS GIRLS” and is an inspirational advocate of finding your own voice. Our chat yesterday broke me open. It was a good result, I was either going to break down with my head in confusion or break open and be vulnerable.
So I am on a little sabbatical from stressing and worrying about all kinds of stuff and I am entering into a world of playing with my writing ‘voice’. You see, I have been writing for years, many years. During my first degree I wrote a lot of essays, very scientific, always referenced. Then during my masters degree I wrote more essays, they were deeper, more intellectual and exhausting….but also fascinating. Then I worked as a writing assistant for a wonderful medical doctor and author, I ghost wrote for him too – so I had to write using his voice in a way. Then came further academic courses with more essays and a job writing rather scientifically based nutrition articles. I have written for print magazines, charities and online websites. I have also kept a journal for many years and write in there daily – but yesterday when speaking to Lisa I realised that my own voice hasn’t yet come to the fore in my writing.
Play. Lisa suggested I play, with my writing, with my voice, with my stories. I’m ready to have fun with this. My heart and soul are full of tales and tips and knowledge. I haven’t got a book in me….I’ve got shelves of books in me, waiting to come out, spill out, rock out all over the page. I have over 190 poems in a file on my computer – they need editing, they need to be shared.
My voice began to shine out in my first e-book ‘Love yourself – a 21 day commitment to learning to love your precious self’. Now I am ready for more. More of allowing this ‘me’ to pour out onto paper.
The most wonderful coloured pens and stacks of paper await me, who knows what will flow. The beautiful part is that I am going to welcome it all, as it is, right onto the page.
On this blank page,
Hides an ocean of opportunity.
Life is my canvas,
For the art of love.