Write every day. That’s the advice every writer gets at some point in her/his life. Which sounds paradoxically daunting and enticing.
Years ago, when I was in love with writing but fear kept me away, I read books by Natalie Goldberg and Julia Cameron among others. From Natalie, author of Writing Down the Bones, came the idea of fearlessness and trying new things, like spontaneous writing booths and timed writing, along the writing journey. From Julia, author of The Artist’s Way, came the idea of morning pages and ignoring the inner critic. I tried both off and on–more off than on–for years but fear kept it all from sticking.
I keep discovering life has a way of reinventing itself and dragging me along with it. Morning pages became evening pages for me and the discovery of the website, 750 Words, birthed the poem below.
My head is on fire, a blush of heat
rises from my chest. I split
my skin, pulling it down and off
the scaffolding of bones. Air it out,
this center of me. Unsecret the deepest
parts. Light cleansing all dark corners
and dim fetid parts. It is good
in the simplest and best way. Open
to the elements and self.