Indescribable joy I experience, when writing.
backstory: I join the chorus of many writers who sing, “Writing makes me happy. When I write, it feels like I’m doing what I was born to do.” It’s truly a joy to return to some of the work I haven’t touched for a long time. I feel energized and motivated as I rework these drafts. One day, they’ll be free from the shackles of my infamous Unpublished Work folder.
I’ve also been getting some nudging from unrelated sources. For example, I was recently listening to a TV interview with a Finnish writer, who has written and published quite a lot of books. When she said, “A writer’s job is to write books and publish them…” a penny dropped. It was as if I was hearing this for the first time.
You also probably know by now that I can be my own worst critic. I’ve written about this here, for instance. That’s why I found this episode, A Writer’s Guide To The End of Self-Doubt, on Joanna Penn’s podcast with William Kenower so encouraging. Penn’s podcast, by the way, is my other go-to resource. If you are writer, check it out!
But enough about me. What gives you immense joy? It doesn’t have to be about writing or creating but life, in general. 🙂
Oh, you’re definitely ready to go through The Artist’s Way. I’m convinced now.
To answer your question, writing. I mean what else is there? Just kidding, kind of. Doing exactly what I want to do on any given day brings me immense joy <3
Writing gives me joy – is the simplest and deepest we can say, those of us who resonate 🙂 Your reminder of what a writer’s job is – I am watching myself still only half hearing it, while as if I pretend to be a writer on this blog, I feel like I have not yet begun my work as a writer, while yet continuing to write …hoping I make sense, as I let my fingers fly in response to your post 🙂
Lol! We are both convinced.:D I’ve already added the book to my Audible Wishlist. I’ll certainly will be reading it but perhaps not soon as I’ve paused my Audible. Because I’m now in what I call my “growing” season, a tendering of planted ideas and making sure they survive the winter. 🙂 This means I’m consuming less content, and producing more instead.
But yeah, “Doing exactly what I want to do on any given day” is the ultimate joy, isn’t it! Kudos to you, and protect your writing joy ! <3
I love that you also see writing as the simplest and deepest we can say. But, but don’t shortchange yourself, writing a blog is writing. Because you follow the same process involved in writing and publishing a book, perhaps to a lesser extent. 🙂 And thank you so much for let your fingers fly in response to this post. Much appreciated! <3
Funny, you asked not simply what gives you joy, but what gives you immense joy…a decidedly different flavor! I’ll answer it with a word of wisdom from my baby bro whenever he sees me straying (and feeling low as a consequence) from my music: “Do that which feeds your soul”
Music IS my soul.
I’m with you, kegarland. Winter is one of the best times to go through the AW…so Khaya, at least consider its call to you at this time! (nudge-nudge) 🙂
You know that feeling when someone sees right through your poem and says the exact thing that you didn’t know you wrote the poem for… that.
Khaya, aren’t us writers a hopeless lot?! 😀 It takes time to turn off that critic and learn to critically and objectively anaylse one’s work without that inner voice of doubt. I totally agree that writing a blog is still writing and for me it’s been the impetus to keep going, giving me new ideas from friends here. Writing wise I thrive on writing itself but wow, the thrill of holding one’s book in the hands is incredible! Nature wise I love to swim in a small rock pool in the midst of a Swedish forest, far away from it all! Maybe this year …
“Do that which feeds your soul.” Powerful! Your baby bro is wise, indeed. And I can’t wait to listen to your soul. 🙂 And oh, the word “joy” can sound cliche. So, I had to add immense for effect. 😀
OK, now I’m seriously considering the book. You and Kathy obviously have witnessed its benefits, first hand. Luckily, winter here is quite lo-o-ng! 😀
I once read somewhere (I can’t remember now) that writing is both concealing and revealing. At times, I’ve had that same feeling too of someone seeing right through my poems, when I can’t even tell myself why I wrote them. It’s curious thing, isn’t it! But greatly rewarding, nonetheless.
We are indeed, a hopeless bunch at times! 🙂 And writing itself can feel hopeless, most of the time for me. To chain that inner critic to the railings, I lean to absurdity. I mean preposterous in capital letters.:D Because by then I have nothing to lose.
Yes, without a doubt, blogging is writing. Like you I enjoy blogging. It might seem like a marathon, whose rewards are not immediately visible. But I found interactions and conversations here much more meaningful.
I can relate to the thrill of witnessing the outcome of one’s writing efforts. Holding own book in your hands is a surreal feeling to be cherished, and remembered when slogging on the next. 🙂
Hopefully, you’ll get swim in the midst of a Swedish forest, this year. That’s another different kind of joy. Thanks always for reading, Annika!
This is such an uplifting post, Khaya. Here’s to joy! And to your future as a published author.
Stitching brings me joy.
I feel immense joy at seeing someone I have helped, human or animal or plant, thrive. It is the joy of giving and seeing the energy grow.
I really love being creative, Khaya. My only complaint about writing is that it’s so time-consuming. It limits my ability to be creative in other ways. Enjoy your passion, my friend. Life is too short!