Not sure what your jam is? Your intuition knows. Listen to your intuition, find your jam, and put your heart into it. Good advice for writers. Good advice for life.
I think that’s part of it. Those random insignificant memories aren’t necessarily random or insignificant. They are connected, part of a sequence of thoughts we sometimes manage to recreate just enough to spark the RIM.
It happened so fast it’s impossible to draw the line between good and bad.
As sunlight diminishes for the next 47 days, I hope you find the words, the moments with company, and enough light to hold you through the melancholy that comes, because, every November, melancholy comes.
As Edith and I read yesterday, I experienced several “did I write that?” moments. Part of it is didionesque: we’re constantly moving away from where and who we are and we lose touch. But a bigger part, for me anyway, is discovering that when I write, especially when I’m in the flow and writing from the heart, I never write alone. There is grace and magic there.
Sometimes, it’s okay to let go and let Gladys. Fate and Free Will are sisters, and sometimes game day turns out just fine for both of them.