I have heard at two different times in my life, in no uncertain terms, that I am supposed to write. Both times in response to prayers of desperation said aloud to the sky: what am I supposed to be doing?
It’s not magic, it’s just physics (readers note: I am not a magician or a physicist, so apologies if I am mis-representing facts about either one’s reality). If I am pushing something away, or running from something, then my words about wanting it are irrelevant. And if I don’t get to the root of my fears, then it doesn’t matter how hard I work or want or pray, I will never be in alignment with myself and thus always just living out variations of the same struggle.
When I look at my spotty dating history one thing stands out unfortunately clearly: I have never managed to write while in a relationship.
This essay was published by Elephant Journal on June 11, 2020 under the title “Uncomfortable Emotions are Wretched. Here’s Why We Should Feel Them Anyway” at https://www.elephantjournal.com/2020/06/uncomfortable-emotions-are-wretched-heres-why-we-should-feel-them-anyway-pamela-stewart/ I don’t know why I ever write about anything other than the struggle of writing itself. It’s the only thing that comes naturally to me. It reveals a stubbornness,Continue reading “From (and for) the Writer Who Doesn’t Write and is Sure as Hell Not Going to Start Now”