Image from the blog Polka Dot Cottage.Writing in life-giving to me. I would not say that doing laundry is the same, but it is a necessity how I feel writing is. I find that if I go a few days without journaling, blogging or writing in some way; that words and ideas begin to gather and multiply like piles of clothes waiting to be washed.
I begin to trip over words and ideas like yesterdays socks if I don't keep up with the wash of words that spin around in my mind.
I begin to talk too much and tell too-long stories to perfect strangers. There is so much overflow, that when I try to start writing again it's difficult to know where to start.
I suppose I could begin again with this bursting, pounding heart and buzzing mind, just like I start with the laundry when there seems to be no beginning and no end - just piles as far as the bathroom floor can reach.
So I will begin with today and the pile of words that is closest to me. One sentence, one word and one idea at a time; just like the laundry that I hear washing and drying the room down the hall.
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This 'sorting laundry' is a chore I get to do myself....on a regular basis.
Isn't it funny how WPIML and I use those exact terms. Mine's in reference to the 'stuff' swirling around in my head--mostly stuff that's not been captured in black and white, 'stuff' that needs sorted out cuz it's soooo overwhelming tossed all together, mixed in and bleeding colours together and mucking up the whole works.
Funny how putting things in black and white will give things a sense of order and manageability....