Happy Friday, friends! And hello from Princeton!
I hope you'll all forgive me for taking a hiatus this week from blogging. I've been here at Princeton Seminary most of the week for the Frederick Buechner Writer's Workshop. Needless to say, they've been keeping us busy and our brains full.
I'm sitting here now, my chin cradled in my palms, trying to describe what I've learned or what's stuck out to me over the last few days, but I simply don't know where to begin.
One of the best parts of this week has been to be in a roomful of other people who dedicate their time to wordsmithing and storytelling. There's been a lot of that beautiful phrase, that freeing word of solidarity: "me too." I've been reminded that a lot of what I feel and experience as a writer is completely normal. The self-doubt, the distractions, the procrastination, the internal soundtrack of criticism - all normal. It makes me feel less crazy and less alone in this crazy adventure.
I've also been reminded of why I'm doing this. I love words. I believe words matter, that our stories mean something. I believe the process of writing shapes my soul, and sometimes, in a miraculous chance, the words I write reach out to touch the soul of someone else. I believe seeking beauty and goodness and truth mirrors the heart of my Creator and sings the song of His New Creation, in which I will one day open my eyes. And that is enough for this girl to keep wrestling with these feeble, slippery, unruly words.
I can't say all of this is brand spanking new knowledge. But I will say it makes the pep talk into a thing of beauty.
Have you learned anything new this week? What are you thinking about this Friday?