Can't sleep...I'm dreaming!

Been up since pre-dawn, thinking, exploring and enjoying the uptick in my heartbeat over the thought of expanding my writing.  I feel like I'm really onto something here.  I think back to conversations I've had with other writers--there's nothing like that space of exploring and imagining and sharing together.  From a recent conversation with a fellow mom writer who struggles with questions of "filters" and sharing, to past writing groups I've done through the Writing Project, the times I've heard "ooh, that's publishable!", and the joy I found in autobiographical creative writing courses, I'm recognizing a valuable pattern.  There is a part of me that comes to life only when writing.

In writing I am able to be me, wholly individual and at the same time, able to share, interconnected with those around me.  I am able to reflect and simultaneously to create--a beautifully reciprocal feat.

The possibilities abound.  On my horizon lies the writing I'll do this summer with my group in the Writing Project, alongside fleshing out this blog--perhaps importing some of my previously unpublished writing and certainly continuing with new reflections.  I'm excited to discover (meetups, local and online spaces for writing, books, blogs) and create (here, this summer, maybe even a mom writer group??).

Writing--a gift that's grasped me, a gift I long to share.