I’ve had what I thought was difficulty writing before: no inspiration/motivation, trying to find just the right phrasing, sweating a deadline, etc. That all pales in comparison with this last week. What began as a simple writing exercise morphed into a maelstrom the likes of which I’ve never experienced.
Surgeons are discouraged from operating on family members, detectives aren’t assigned to cases involving relatives or friends, judges and juries are dismissed from deciding the fate of anyone with whom they’ve had prior contact. So why is it that writers are driven to fill pages with visceral thoughts and feelings?
I’ll ponder that later. Right now I’m going to seek out the most mindless recreation available, while drinking hazelnut coffee and scarfing down a couple of pancakes on a stick. The reason for these neuron-numbing, pound-producing indulgences? The “Haiku for Two Trees” series is finished.
The story it tells may be impossible for anyone but me to follow, but I hope readers will find some beauty in the words. The memories and emotions that swarmed from this Pandora’s Box have been duly noted and properly dealt with, for now anyway. I know they will always haunt me, but they are less strident, less accusatory. Grief has been softened by retrospection. A fringe benefit of that inexplicable writer’s drive, I suppose.
As stated before, this series was inspired by a photo posted by lovinchelle. I admit that during this last week I vacillated between wanting to thank him and wanting to throttle him for starting all this. Now that it’s in the rear view mirror I can sincerely say it’s the former.
If you’d like to see the series presented in one chronological post, it’s here. I’m still debating whether to use the subtitles or go with I, II, III, etc., and would greatly appreciate feedback. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to all who have visited and shown their encouragement.
Online Bingo, here I come.