On writing.

Anyone who writes can tell you that life gives us an endless supply of material. Everywhere we go, everything we do and everything we see and hear ignites the spark of thoughts that we carry around with us until we bring them to life.

I find most writers – and musicians, artists, creators – are reflective, contemplative, observant and inquisitive. It’s a thirst that could never be quenched. It’s a compulsion of sorts. All experiences are welcomed and valued. We may not like them. May have been hurt or damaged as a result. But those experiences can erupt into compelling content at any point in time.

Thank you to a friend (and you know who you are) who inspired this post. A friend who is very dear to me and made me aware of the fact that I need a disclaimer. So here it is.

Much like fiction writers, I need to publicly state that no one post, piece or article is necessarily related to me or anyone in my life at this or any time. A friend’s experience, a memory from the past, a random conversation that I overheard or something that I read may trigger my writing reflex. Though one may perceive a piece to be relevant to a recent event, that’s not always – and often not – the case.

It doesn’t take much to get me thinking. In fact, it takes nothing at all. It’s an involuntary response, like breathing. It’s a constant state. It’s how I live. It’s who I am. Sleep does not even give me a reprieve. Some of my best ideas come to me during my slumber. May that always be. It will be a topic of concern when that ceases.

Until then, I’ll keep on writing. This is your daily thought, point to ponder and soulful reflection.