on writing

lately i've been a little discouraged and uninspired in my writing.
you see writing and i are kind of a new thing. like a new love,
we are just getting to know one another.

i've realized that writing for me is a funny thing.
it comes and it goes.
one minute i have the most amazing thoughts and words and the next i'm scrambling for the simplest of ideas. even as i'm imagining the words to say tonight i'm rushing myself before i lose it all to some tiny obscure place tucked away in the furthest corner of my brain never to be found again.

i've learned that some of my most brilliant ideas come at the most inopportune times.
for instance, it is 11 pm and my mind comes up with the wittiest of things after midnight.
how convenient.

i've noticed that writing can communicate all kinds of things and that it must be straight from the heart and completely honest or true genuine-ity (<--did i just make up a word?) is lost.
i know that i do not want to write as a people-pleaser, but
i want to tell the story of our lives. the ups and the downs. ins and outs. happy and sad. and i want to do it as God-honoring as possible.

for now i am just trying to be content in the fact that my writing cannot be pushed or prodded, but it must come naturally. i will, however, continue to study and learn all the little details of this new love of mine. for it must be cultivated and nourished to be perfected.
and only with perfection can you tell the best of stories ;)