Hello, Friends. Welcome back for another Friday spent with Lisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt Writer. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’t you join us?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community…
Today’s Prompt: Writer
The words squeak out, and I always look away when I say them. “I’m a writer. I write.” And then I look up to catch the surprise passing across the face of my conversational companion. They see a mother. They see a wife. They see a woman who quit working years ago to stay home and “keep house”, the stupidest explanation ever for what I do on a daily basis. I keep a family. But, I also write. And not always within the margins of my day, but for concentrated periods of time, where I punch an invisible time clock and settle in for my shift.
My thoughts come out in black and white. In vowels and consonants. So do my stories, the ones I can’t speak with my mouth, yet somehow they flow from my fingers. I’m a writer. I write. It’s preposterous, really. I feel dumb every time I say it because the list of writers I admire could be tattooed the length of my arms. I wear them like invisible sleeves, and to imagine my name among those pricked into my skin over 30+ years of reading is silly.
Madeleine L’Engle says stories help us to become more whole , more Named. And I know this too be true. I am more whole when I read, when I find myself in a novel. I am Named when I write. I discover more of myself in every word I lay down, and my hope is that you discover yourself there too.
What have you read or written recently that makes you feel more whole and Named?