Writing for Fun and for Hobby, if not Profit

I have had some realizations lately. One overarching one is that, no matter what lovely sorts of self-realizations and epiphanies I have, if I do nothing about them, the world will continue, and my life will not reap the fruits of these new realizations. The world isn't very obliged to slow down while I sort myself out, and it seems unlikely to do a full stop to wait for me, as I get over my inner procrastinator.

That said: I will aim to write here more often, and perhaps in lj as well. The process of writing seems to be a good one, like aerobic dancing and footwork slowly builds one's endurance. I no longer get wholly exhausted from Scottish step dancing after just an hour. Now it takes 3 hours of step plus country dance to leave me aching, gasping, and silently swearing my elder, mostly-retired dance superiors!

So, back to my point: writing is important exercise. If it's true, that in order to write publish-worthy material, one must create a million words of trash first, let's start the ball rolling!

Realizations

Turns out, my email obsession is in part an obsession with communication, and the rest is an obsession with romantic notions. I do love to get sweet words, after meeting with a lover, after some date or back-arching evening. And sometimes, I am the best one to give myself these words!

Lately I've been craving poetry after a date with a certain beau. I worked up the nerve to ask for this, and decided within the day that I must write the poetry myself, if I want it so badly.

And so, I wrote it. I've shared some with them. I've shared more with others. I've kept little bits for myself.

I think this love affair is with my own mind, my own thoughts and spirit. And, as I write myself these wooings, suddenly the need for words from another fades a bit, and I trust my own evaluation of things a bit more.

I'm looking forward to the results...