Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction,
perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.
~Isaac Bashevis Singer
Life has been good. I have been busy — not just to be busy and distracted, but busy with people I love, and taking care of household business. I assure you that doesn’t often mean housecleaning.
I’ve made trips, and hosted guests. I’ve worshiped in God’s temple and admired the butternut squashes ripening in my garden. I’ve cooked and pondered and and walked and read. Every day I think of what I want to write about the many facets of my life and thought, and every night I go to bed unsatisfied in that one desire.
Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living.
The writer experiences everything twice.
Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
~Catherine Drinker Bowen
This dissatisfaction hasn’t been at the forefront of my consciousness until the last few days; I normally go to bed happy and thankful for the sweetness of my existence in the arms of God. But now I’m aware as never before that it’s a gnawing hunger I’ve got to attend to.
There are thousands of thoughts lying within a man that he does not know
till he takes up the pen and writes.
~William Makepeace Thackeray
Probably the next blog post I write after all this blather will consist of some pictures of flowers, or include an icon of the saint of the day, with hardly any words. But I have a new laptop! I can type upstairs or downstairs now, to put down all that’s swarming in my head. I hope it helps.
I do not like to write – I like to have written.