Writing accesses memory, creative writing demands that of you.

Maybe that is why I get nostalgic and start looking at songs and connections. You find yourself writing something fictional, but your memories get wakened up and demand attention.

Its like walking around in several moments in time, you recall the sensations, the sights, the sounds the smells the feelings. Sometimes its not pleasant, you know the road there is familiar and you would rather not go down it, but your mind shows you it again, there is something you might have missed the first time. A fork in the  road ahead ,a black crow hovering.

Shape shifting through the moments and sifting the best parts to the top.

It is time travel in essence, accessing the unconscious and all aspects of the self. Sometimes I think of a character and she will appear in front of me and I describe her. I know her flaws and her back story , I may not even like her as I have said here before, but she is part of the structure of the story and will not go till I acknowledge her.

Is she a part of me, or someone I have known..who knows, it feels like an exploration of a foreign territory at times. I have the guidelines and I know the language, but it is all so unfamiliar. The universe is made of stories, there are the ones we know and love, the heroes journey is the blueprint of most mythologies, as well as the many creation stories, which all have familiar themes and life lessons that resonate with us.

Fairy stories are better uncensored a subject that is  much discussed, how children need to have the core meanings in stories, even if to us they may seem brutal.. My favorite was Hansel and Gretal..

Triumph over adversity, injustice, and the underdog, the outsider, we all identify with them and are engaged, a deep need is answered.

Who am I trying to kid thinking I can add to this? But the need in me is to write, and I am being encouraged to do so more and more. Some wonderful people, including writers,  have come to this site and have encouraged me to keep going and complimented  my writing .

This has been a flood of light during a very fraught and difficult time.   Without the support of some dear friends, some met through blogging here, I am not sure I could  have  kept going and kept writing and blogging.

Knowing  you are  followed everywhere on  the internet by someone who is delusional,  is not pleasant. Even opening up  blog here, and a link set up to a song posting on  my other blog.  It never ceases to amaze me just how people will blatantly copy and appropriate your tastes and ideas, and laughable when you think about  and know more about this individual.

I would rather not do so now, I have said my piece. I told  some home truths because those involved would not listen.  Maybe now they will take a good long look.

But I doubt it.

The story , My idea, my project,  continues and at times I have no idea where its coming from. But it asks to be written, so I make my feeble attempts and sit down and scribble away and wish I could swallow a thesaurus along with a copy of the elements of style and be better at its actual construction.It is my creative journey and one I have signed up for many times.

I am working on a wolf post just now, it was  a  poem, so I thought,   but its not birthing that way too well.

Sometimes just writing about the process helps me to get into the space  to write, I circle the woods and  ask the muse to come forward, to  get a  little closer.

Domestic demands have been overwhelming, my mother ill again,  and my writing times were limited, but things are getting better now, she is on the mend, so I hope  to knuckle down again.

My wolf saved me the other day, a  wisdom came to me and I listened to the wyld  and I knew.