Isaiah 6:8

8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

Friday, October 4, 2013

Five Minute Friday - Write

It’s time to silence the inner critic. It’s time to hush the voice that whines on and on about how you’re no good. It’s time to cram out the distractions and excuses and take pen to paper, keyboard to screen and write. It’s time to write. We call it Five Minute Friday. Where everyone writes for five, unedited minutes all on the same prompt.  When you finish jump over to Lisa Jo's blog and link up.  Then comment on the person before you.  Feedback means a great deal to a writer.  At least it does to this one.   This week, that prompt is the challenge itself, the dare, the scary.

This week’s prompt is “WRITE.”

Writing has changed a great deal over the years.  I remember when a pen and paper were the mediums to write.  Then came my first typewriter, but I still put my thoughts down on paper.  Then one day a computer came into my life.  I still use pen and paper to write because I keep them in my car and purse to write down things that strike me as funny, worthy of a story, or just interesting.  I then will take what I have written down and make it into one of my many mediuims, you see....
I am a writer of letters.  I love getting a handwritten piece of mail and I love to send them too.  I love pouring out my feelings on a piece of paper to send to someone.
I am a writer of songs.  Most of my best ones came from my life as Ronnie's wife and the remnants of our marriage.  Frank says he never wants us to divorce because he does not want me to write a song about him. 
I am a writer of poems.  One of my first loves was writing poems.  I can remember even as a child whipping out poems about things that were going on in my life.  When my brother died the psychiatrist I saw gave me my first journal and told me to write my feelings on paper.  I did.  I wrote my feelings in the form of poetry.  No one has ever read the words I wrote when my heart was breaking in to pieces.
I am a writer of stories.  I come from a long line of storytellers and was smart enough to write many of their tales down while they were still living.  I preserved written tradition in my family.  I am the keeper of the stories.
I am a writer of sermons.  My newest hat is that of pastor at Midway United Methodist Church and with that hat comes the responsibility to write a sermon for Sunday services.  I love sitting down with my computer, my bible, and pen and paper and just writing what I hear God telling me.
I am a writer from the heart.  I write what I feel in my heart.  I write what other's tell me about their feelings too.  I listen to their stories....and then I write. 
I am a writer of a blog.  I began my blog as an outlet when my parents moved in with us.  You see my mom had Alzheimer's and my dad had cancer.  Life was difficult and the only way I could deal with it was to write I did.  I posted book reviews I had written, I posted poems, short stories, stories, pleas for prayers, answers, and sometimes just a sympathetic ear to listen. 
I love to write.  I love picking up the pen.  I love the feel of it as it glides across the page.  I love the release I feel when I write.  So here it is Friday....and once again for five glorious minutes I find myself with the chance to write....and write.....and write until my time is up.

1 comment:

michelle said...

I write for similar reasons. Happy FMF!