A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill. ~ Jane Austen
Today I wrote a letter to a good friend of mine. We’ve been exchanging letters for a couple of years and I was woefully behind on our correspondence. I am fortunate in that she’s patient with me, but in writing her a letter by hand, I further cemented my desire to write more. I’ve been going out too much, which, while fun, takes away from writing.
This brings to mind an earlier post I made on this blog about moderation. There was a time when I would spend all of my free time writing. While I pumped out a fair number of stories, poems and journal pages, retreating from life made it difficult to find inspiration. The last few months have been spent going out as much as I could–the writing suffered, but new experiences always spur my creativity.
I need to strike a balance, because right now, the part of my brain that wants to spend its energy on writing has been severely starved. I have some upcoming projects though that should jump-start things. I will start tomorrow with a daily poem–they will probably be short, but that’s one of the things I miss doing.
