creative writing

Pep-Talk

3jPYgeVCTWCMqjtb7Dqi_IMG_8251Why am I afraid to write this article?

Because it’s not bubbling up out of me like other words have done. Not every piece of work writes itself, and I have to get over that.

Not all words come out with ease and creativity, and this is where I can decide to be serious about my craft. This is what makes or breaks a writer; an artist of any kind, really.

Sometimes, we have to pick up a shovel and dig the words out of the layers of dirt and rock. The willingness to do this alone separates the amateurs from the greats; the reals from the fakes.

 

Pick up your shovel, Megan.

 

 

March Writing Challenge Day 7: That Damned Wrong Side of the Bed

Failure and I meet again in this place

Even now it seems I’m failing as I fill up this blank paper’s space

I have no idea what day it is

And I don’t really even care

This day has my permission to be over now

Tired of being caught in the devil’s snare

I call myself a creative writer

But I can tell by her passive look

That on her college degree standards

She’d scoff if I told her I’d like to write a book

And then sometimes I can literally just be breathing

And someone’s gonna find fault in that

Angry, bitter, jealous little liars

Enemies I feel I must combat

I fail and fail over and over again

Try to set my own bones, hoping for just one small win

I insist, most days, that I do this on my own

Hence the perpetual failures

I’m like a plant that refuses to grow

On days like today I find myself hating my sin condition

Which means on all the other days

I ‘m too loud and too proud to listen

I go on thinking that I’m all right, I’ve got it together

Which urges me to condemn my fellow soldier

And right through that gracious love I sever

Cut in half the gift I didn’t deserve

Well, if I refuse to take it

Why would I ever give it to her

This is so filthy

Downright shameful to even share

But I’ll make myself share it anyway

And in doing so lay that shame bare

I don’t feel much better

In fact, I’m more exhausted than before

I need you so deeply, Jesus

Remind me of your love once more.