Today is a good day. My fellow blogger JellyPom included me among her list of blogs for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. First and foremost, thank you (I will pass along the award in another post)! When dudes are jumping out of helium balloons from the edge of space, even being mentioned in the same breath as Inspiring is awesome!
I sat on the train this morning and thought, with a grin stretched from earbud to earbud, have my words really inspired? In the last year or two, I wrote more than I ever imagined. Just maybe such a thing as to inspire actually transpired? It was a new way to think about my words. Characters and desires, smiles and tears, born from my words, maybe, but to bring about change in someone’s life (other than procrastinating at the beginning of a workday)? I nodded with admission to the rattle of the District Line; then a reminder, first and foremost my fingers are driven by the desire to conspire. Get my words to readers and wedge my thoughts in-between. Together, my readers and words have a life of their own.
Where my readers take those words I cannot control. Before I tap the keys, my goal is to get those words into a reader’s eyes, to say otherwise be the mound just before a mountain of lies. But after that, I always assumed the two conspirators parted ways, neither aware of my true thoughts that were hidden somewhere in the seams. Words are like two-way mirrors, you see, where the reader has the option – but nothing more – of seeing exactly what the writer sees. What happens after the final punctuation hadn’t crossed my mind.
I tend to think of inspiration as something that is born out of history, the foundation of which is our collective courage to forge a new path. Can there be history in my words? Is it actually possible that my words, one day, could help pave that road?
Just the thought that something like this is possible, now that is exactly what makes me want to get off the train and do something about it.
What inspires you?
* Note: Rhyming is now part of my life, please forgive me.