It's weird. It's easy to write on a board, share and in the process find images that spontaneously come to me. When I try to write in a structured manner then I fall over my feet.. fingers? Writing to and for others, folks that become friends, a willing audience is easy. Writing to something unknown is baffling.
Lack of confidence. Lack of knowledge. Fear of 'exposing' what would embarrass my family. Not knowing what, where to write.
It's like I want someone to hold my hand and show me the way.
I was in a writing group a few years ago which disbanded when the drama in the group became more than most plot lines in a soap opera. I'm going to start going to a new one which meets every other week with folks who write (books) and get published.
I don't know if 'stream of consciousness' is viable.
Oh yes, and when I write, I'm just talking. It never occurs to me that it may touch a cord, evoke emotional responses in others. It's like my mind is moving mental furniture, making at times lyrical arrangements. In the moment without thought of anything more than expression.
And questions, statements, situations that bring a thought elicit responses. My writing comes in response. I guess I just don't know how to start the dialog.
