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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Late Spring - IWSG May 2018

It's IWSG Day.  The goal of this blog hop is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds. IWSG is the brainchild of Alex Cavanaugh, our brilliant ninja leader. Co-hosts this month are, JQ Rose, C. Lee McKenzie, Raimey Gallant, & E.M.A Timar. 


This month's optional question: It's spring! Does this season inspire you to write more than others, or not? 


Writing has been a struggle lately, but spring helps. Here in New England, this winter arrived late and held on. Even now, we’re wearing our heavy coats. This morning, before leaving for work, I stuffed a pair of leather gloves into my pockets.

But there’s this. The other day I drove down my street and was astonished to see a batch of daffodils in full bloom in front of a stone wall.  The weather has been so wretched, I forgot the sun is warmer and things are coming to life underground. Today, no word of a lie, I crowed out loud when driving by a rhododendron purpling up. Yes! A reminder. There’s always hope.

And, the same way this arrival of our delayed spring gives me faith, I know my writing will eventually blossom, too. Right now, ideas percolate underground, looking for the right fertilizer to generate growth. They’ll surface at some point. It's all about trust. Just like I know the trees will knock out their Kelly green leaves, I also have to believe that somewhere deep down in me, little seeds germinate. I have to take heart from my many springs, accept that while I'm not in charge of the calendar, like the tiny spears fingering up in my garden, at some point words will poke through.

I could sweat this slow time. Call myself in a slump. Moan about writer’s block and so on. But I won’t. Experience tells me to hang on, to be patient. Just as spring shows it’s face when it’s good and ready, my words will eventually form buds. When they do, I’ll pluck early blossoms and gather them into a story.