I am a pensive dreamer this Sunday. Some hang on to their religion or other people when they begin to feel adrift or overwhelmed. I look to words and what I hope I have inside of me...
“Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.” ---Dale Carnegie
I see fiction writers this way. I mean, where does it say that we will get published someday—or even finish our WIP? Even after all the time and the heart, brain, financial and emotional strain put upon our relationships due to our dedication to our WIP's, are we guaranteed success—our own “happy ending”.
But we keep doing it--we write. We write when it seems ludicrous to be doing so, when so many other things could be done—more productive and responsible things. But we write. And in the end it will be the “trying” Mr. Carnegie had mentioned that will be what separates the published from the ‘I wished I was...’.
So I can not stop. Honestly, I don't think I could now. Maybe procrastinate and sabotage myself, but not stop.
And then there’s that ‘thing’ which inspires us to keep writing. The details vary with everyone, but all will say it feels like a push inside of them, a inner drive. Or maybe it’s something more haunting, like a sirens song only they can hear (And NOT the little voices in your head. There are meds for that.) This song reminds me of that feeling, especially the last verse before the last chorus.
...All of us under its spell,
we know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Rainbow Connection, Kermit the Frog (Willie Nelson also does it justice)
Kailua Kona, Hawaii