A Tuesday Morning Magical Experience

A couple mornings ago, some words popped into my head while I pruned spent roses. I rolled the words around on my mental tongue and realized I had a pretty good opening line, but no other lines came to me as I worked. When I came back inside, I sat down to research my next poetry form for the Creativity Workshop, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I closed the book and started to get up from the table. Instead, that line came back to me and I reached for my pen and legal pad.

I wrote down that first line and the floodgates opened. Out gushed two whole pages, as fast as I could write. It was spontaneous writing, and not half bad, but I wasn’t ready to look at it too closely yet. I didn’t even know what I had written. Flash story? Some form of poem?

This writing experience felt magical because it was not how I usually work. I didn’t sit down, close my eyes, and wait to see a scene or hear a conversation. I just wrote it down, then set it aside, to get a little distance.  Later that night, as I washed dishes I thought about the piece. I had written from the viewpoint of a woman caught up in a relationship and trying to sort out her feelings. The voice seemed familiar. After I put away the last dish, I re-read what I’d written. Each stanza(?), paragraph(?) started with a you said/I thought statement, and as I read those my eyes widened. Then I laughed.

These words could very well have been a conversation Meredith, a character from my recently completed novel, might have had with herself. I believe, in my subconscious, she did. That’s why it poured out so effortlessly. I just feel a little stupid that I didn’t see this while I was writing it.

I love these little surprise gifts, don’t you?

17 thoughts on “A Tuesday Morning Magical Experience

  1. Sadly, I’ve never experienced anything like this. Maybe it’s an indication the workshop is having an impact on your creativity? Is it stronger, mor alive now? Maybe you’ve tapped into something awesome and powerful!

    I sure hope so!

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    1. Darc, I’ve had these experiences numerous times, just not unbidden like the one on Tuesday.

      Unfortunately, so far, the only impact the workshop has had on me is to make me write poetry three weeks in a row when I didn’t feel inspired to do so. But that was the goal I chose. My next set of goals will be short stories and I sure hope I get inspired for those. 😉

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  2. Pruning roses has a way of tickling the muse. Maybe it is the caution and attention to detail required, maybe it is the lovely bouquet, or maybe there is some magic hidden inside those thorn covered stems. What ever it is I’m glad they have the same effect on you!

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