The way I feel is making it hard to write, the fact that I can’t feel my fingers with cold doesn’t help. How to describe it?
It’s as if I’ve been in a coma and just woke with an almighty bang.
It’s funny because with outside stressors winding up in November I was all set to float through the rest of the year, I had conjured a coping stratagem around radical presence/mindfulness, and just focusing on finishing the novel.
Instead the new book has exploded. I literally can’t stop writing it (I was frantically looking for paper and pen while making breakfast this morning, afraid I wouldn’t get the latest thought down fast enough)
Of course it was here all along just waiting for the right time, and for me to notice, and now it’s determined to have it’s way with me, through me. And let me tell you, I’m going to let it.
This is the right book at the right time, NOW. I feel 100% certain and fearless about it and the reasons I think are a combination of things like that coping strategy I’d employed, along with staying open, bootcamp of course (I’m currently hosting and taking part in a two week creativity challenge in my online salon) and perhaps this black moon, the ‘idea’ of it is enough. Snap, crackle, pop, starburst!
If I sound crazy I am, and I’m loving it.
My approach with this book is I’m going with free flow writing, hands struggling to keep up. I’m also working on the following…
- The title or more precisely the tagline. ‘That Curious Love of Green – A… dot, dot, dot… It’s coming, it’s being birthed…
- A description, crackle, fizzle
- And an outline…. not as fizzy but important to do
These are difficult things (most difficult stages in any project are starting, and finishing) more so than the writing, but they will help the writing, and the focus.
Plus once they’re tied down I can start to share and promote it.
Do you know, I thought I was vibrating at a low level this past two years, I definitely was at times, but I thought the weight was making progress impossible, and it wasn’t. Now I seem to have cleared and moved beyond this. At the end of the day my ‘self’ is very healthy, I store it in a different place away from slings and arrows. My feelings can be hurt naturally, along with all things relating to social constructs, but those things are nothing if your ‘self’ is intact.
Oh I almost forgot! It seems too as if everything I see, hear, read is a lead, a clue, a signpost, it’s truly exhilarating.
Here’s yesterday’s blog post in case you missed it… after all, this post makes poor sense without it. Click HERE
To read more about the Black Moon click HERE
Have a great Sunday, xo Jane