Everyone has an in-built guide. It’s a voice, a knowing, a nudge that guides you from danger.
Some people have developed it and some haven’t, but everyone has it.
Listen to your heart. In every issue, listen to your heart. It may save your life.
I recently started following the blog of Madam Ova Sabi. I like her no-nonsense approach to philosophy and how she applies it to everyday life. The timing of finding her blog was a little uncanny. I was wrestling with so many parts of my writing that I was seriously thinking about relinquishing all thoughts and hopes of writing anything worthwhile ever again. I felt I had lost the ability to write the way I want to somewhere along the way.
The quote above saved me from dumping all my notebooks into the trash and deleting all digital file having anything to do with the writing craft. My heart and soul were in those pages no matter how badly they had been written. Who I am and what my essence is, is woven in those words, although maybe hidden well.
I had been pushing myself incessantly with this idea of writing for several years now without any sign of substantial success. It started out all right. I even got a first draft completed. Yet, trying to even attempt to do any revisions had me questioning every letter of the alphabet I had used and my motives for even undertaking such a project.
I put the project aside and started another one, thinking I just needed that first one to rest a little longer. I struggled with that second project as well. The encounter was something I had not come across in the first project. I was not as sure of how I wanted to write this second story. Should I stay a little back from the characters or should I get deeply into them? Which part of the story should be the plot and which part should be the subplot? By the time I was past the first part of the tale I was thoroughly confused and had to shelf the whole thing.
Looking back, I do think my heart was in the project but I was unable to let go of what I was hearing from others.
Once again, I went for a new project, hoping I could find something that would unleash my passion. With the third attempt, I went for making a colossal switch in genres, going backward in time. My objective was to use what the great classics had to offer in a way to make my own story. I mistakenly assumed it would make the process easier. Maybe it would have been easier if I lived next door to, or even in the library. Without transportation though, I was stuck using the internet, which does not have someone like a librarian to help you find what you are looking for. My struggles with facts became too much after just five chapters.
There is a possibility that I was ignoring my inner voice with this third attempt.
That was when I found Madam Ova Sabi’s blog and read her post on “Listening to Your Heart.” What I like to write is about those things in everyday life, those moments that sometimes are missed so easily. True, they do not always make for a book but it is writing, nevertheless. Questions about commonplace events enter my mind frequently, and if I give them a chance, I can find plausible answers too.
As I stated though, writing about these questions and answers may not make a book. However, there are magazines and newspapers that might think my dribble is worthwhile. All of it would be coming from my heart, which I would think would be so much easier to follow than the cerebral mess I have upstairs.
Do you listen to your heart?
“Believe in Your Heart