Writers Panic

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Memento Mori ( remember death ) series : clay sculpture by meg dekorne 2014

Music score plays in background : Hallelujah , sung by Jeff Buckley

Note : objects hold stories too … I’m suddenly afraid to write

36 thoughts on “Writers Panic”

    1. Yes Christine , that pile of words in my tower just came tumbling down ( word death ) …. Thankyou for the nomination but I’m no where ready for something like that … But very sweet and encouraging of you ! … Xx

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      1. Oh, My! I’m curious why you would say “I’m no where ready for something like that.” It’s too recognize your wonderful blog, which it certainly is! After looking at the rules, can you tell me what rule is too much to take? I had one nominee who couldn’t come up with 11 nominees herself, and I told her to just come up with one and enjoy the reward!

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      2. Dear kind friend Christine , I’m just rather overwhelmed these days …. Your support with my writing helps … you have continually touched my heart with your generosity of spirit and I’m so grateful … Thankyou for that love …xx

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      3. Meg, I completely understand the word “overwhelmed.” You don’t need more stress right now, and more work! I say, you have forever to accept the award. It’s not going to go away. It’s set in stone for you when you want it! I’m there for you, reading every word, and enjoying your writing and art photographs!

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    1. I think so Hariod … Wanting to get better at my writing craft and scared to try as I think I’m at my best but with so many failings … Thought of going back in previous posts and editing but it needs so much … Wanting to begin again and wondering why I’m hesitating …so thinking it must be ” fear ” …

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      1. I used to live with a professional artist, a successful and notable painter, who told me that any true artist has to be absolutely ruthless in being prepared to – in their case – paint over old works and start afresh if the intuition was that the work wasn’t quite right, or that it wasn’t quite true to itself. This is what sets the true artist apart from the accomplished dabbler, as I am sure you know well Meg.

        Fear is at the root of so many of our responses to life isn’t it Meg? And yet what is that we are afraid of? Often, it is our perception that we may experience a loss of some kind. And yet we remain caught on the horns of a dilemma such that on the one hand we know we must be prepared to accept that loss, and on the other are reluctant to precipitate it. Result: stasis.

        You have so much of great value to offer the world Meg, and in diverse ways too. I looked at the figure above – your clay sculpture – and saw only an exquisite serenity. I read your words and am transported into a dream-like condition, one that leaves the intellect utterly seduced by the dream. You are a true romantic in the best sense of the word. As I see it, you simply need to find a way of offering that romantic vision within a coherent narrative framework; it’s by no means beyond you. The “hard” work – the creativity – is easily accomplished by you; so why be afraid of a little donkey (work)?

        Hariod. ❤

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      2. Dear Hariod … Your encouraging and very thoughtful words are sustaining and so helpful to me today and have uplifted my determination to go forth with a renewed sense to continue writing and work hard …I too lived once with an artist who was brave with his inner truth … Thank you just isn’t enough … I feel the love ..xx

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      3. I only hope I did not overstep the mark Meg; it is just a perspective, and sometimes when we doubt ourselves all sense of perspective vanishes along with that state of doubting. As LaVagabonde says below, allow yourself to feel it fully and intimately, without control and without distraction, and it will pass all the sooner. What we think of as “bad news”, in fact always comes bearing a gift.

        Hariod. ❤

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  5. Dear Meg,
    I hear some sadness, frustration, fear (not sure). Go with this, I’ll pray for understanding and God can move you forward. In and out today. Can we talk via phone tomorrow? LOVE!!! HUGS!!! Carol

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  8. It can be like waiting behind a waterfall, that roaring tumbling sound churning up every fibre within heart and soul all at once, to the extent where stepping out will make no sense, but water like life, flows and travels places we often don’t understand. So when a song taps us on the shoulder, and says remember us, we can let go, free fall for a while and let their water tumble around us, giving way to conversation, expression in what it means to us, no matter who, when, or where in life.

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    1. Sean, I don’t know what to say. Thank you isn’t enough xx I re read what you write about the song tapping us on the shoulder … That’s so beautiful …and then to allow ourselves to free fall …that is awe like Shimon writes me about rather than fear … this helps me more than you know … hugs , meg

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  9. oh, what fun… i hate it when that happens. good for you, using pictures. scribble drawing eases tension (so does throwing dishes, but it makes others nervous, and… well, it gets expensive, too.)
    all good wishes, meredith.

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  10. Meg, I’m late to this particular party, but reading the thread above I felt compelled to alert you to the fact that your writing is saturated with soul-hooking motifs, lyrical and unexpectedly beautiful passages, and rich, endearing images. I am not entirely sure what it is that worries you, but let that little worry play cat’s cradle nearby if it needs to, and keep going!

    In case you are worried about “polishing”, I am reminded of a story I read today from a book by the architect Christopher Alexander, (who I love to read), and he was writing about this workshop-slash-barn he built with some students. The barn was nice enough, but missing something, and after several days of working with this barn, he realized it needed a star between the middlemost columns, on its long sides. His baffled student didn’t understand, so he grabbed a large sheet of styrofoam insulation, took a knife, and cut a star-shaped hunk of foam out of it as quick as he could, and tacked it to the side of the barn. See? And the student understood. For three months then they tried to do it “for real” using “much better” stars, since that first one had just been a crude mock-up, but none of the carefully cut, perfectly measured numbers would do the trick… Finally they found the original foam cut-out, traced it onto wood, and hung it. The asymmetrical star, with a few damaged, oddly-angled points, set the barn to life.

    I think your writing is dripping with the most important parts.

    Michael

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    1. Your words move me Michael and I very much like and appreciate the story of the odd star that brought the barn to life … I can visualize that barn standing right here on the outskirts of the north Michigan hamlet where I live … Thank you so much , I go to cut out my own star to join in orbit those of all my creative friends , yours shines so brightly . . . hugs

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  11. Sometime Meg we just have to let Be and let go.. And empty our mind and become the flow… When you stop trying to force something you then stop blocking the natural flow.. Hariod is right 🙂 wishing you continued inspiration when you get into the flow 🙂 .. Blessings Sue

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