{this post is part of Five-Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo Baker}

Five Minute Friday

How it works: Write on one word for five minutes. No editing. Then link up your post with the rest of the brave writers on Five-Minute Friday and encourage them by reading and commenting on what they’ve shared. {All the details for how to play along are here.}

Today’s word: Bloom…

{Go}

I sit at the dining room table with my fingers poised on the black keys of my laptop, earbuds tucked in my ears, my favorite writing music pulsing through my mind and blocking out the chaos of my life. I’d prefer a coffee shop. Perhaps a porch swing at the edge of the shore, overlooking the waves. A nook with windows and light and books.

But this is what I have. If I am going to write, this is where it happens.

The ideas swirl, mixing with the rhythm of the music and in my mind I see the story form like movie images on a screen. They must be captured before they slip into the ether of my busy mind, or into the chaos of motherhood.

creativity is messy
creativity is messy

Ideas like seeds fall into the fertile creativity of my soul and bid me come and sit. They need me to dig the rows of words in my mind, to plant them with my tapping fingers in the world. To tend them and to water them with boldness and with courage. To let them bloom into the story that I need to tell. To bloom into the story that my characters need me to share with the world.

writing

God has planted in me a talent and a love for words and story. For writing. For storytelling.

And so I sit in the midst of my life, clamoring demands, little girls, dirty dishes, cluttered counters and all, and I write.

I plant the seeds of new stories, new adventures and watch them grow. I watch them bloom to life. A life of their own. Characters that take off in their stories that I am given to tell. The conduit. The gardener.

I am a gardener of stories.

I am a writer.

{Stop}

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10 thoughts on “Planting Words, Growing Stories

  1. This was just so beautiful put and I think all of us as writers can relate and my favorite part is “Ideas like seeds fall into the fertile creativity of my soul and bid me come and sit. They need me to dig the rows of words in my mind, to plant them with my tapping fingers in the world. “

  2. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. It’s hard to remember the reason we keep returning to pound those keys sometimes, isn’t it. But to think of it as “tending to my story” … well, that just makes it all the more important and sacred. Thank you for this work picture. It will linger in me a long time.

  3. I love your post! The metaphor of blooming, and gardening to story telling. “I plant the seeds of new stories, new adventures and watch them grow.” Just beautiful! Visiting from FMF!

    1. Thank you, Anne! I love the fmf family. So much encouragement and so much great writing!

      Thank you for your encouraging words!

  4. I absolutely love this! I haven’t been able to do my FMF yet, but I just had to comment. The idea of a story being a garden that we as writers tend is lovely. Sometimes, it isn’t all glamorous, but it’s all worth it when we get to see the fruits of our hard labor.

    1. Thank you, Meagan! Your words are such an encouragement to me. And no, it really isn’t all glamorous {though many who are not writers sometimes think it is}; it’s messy and difficult and demands our all. So glad to have gotten to know you through your writing. Looking forward to a lot more mutual encouragement in our writing journeys, friend!

    1. We write when we can, right? It’s not about finding time, it’s about making time and sometimes that means we write with spilled milk on the floor.

      Thanks for visiting!

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