Things have been strange between us for the past few months and I’m starting to wonder if I have offended him. I am confused. A million things go through my mind. Is he seeing someone else? Does he still love me? One question lingers… Do I really love him?
I do. He saved me from myself. I know it sounds cheesy but he completes me. Please allow me to explain. When he’s with me, I smile, laugh and breathe easier. He’s my oxygen. I am torn and I can’t bear to lose him. He comes home when he feels like it and I am tired of waiting! We’re a team. I cannot do what I do without him. I calm myself and brainstorm for ideas to win him back. I have to make him want me, as I want him.
Everyone appreciates coming home to a calm environment and he is no different. I clean the house, put on some smooth Brazilian jazz and place scented candles in our room. I’m not a drinker but I’m nervous. A glass of wine might take the edge off. Fifteen minutes into the retreat, he arrives. My heart is racing. The closer he get’s I can feel a wave of light current passing through my body and it lingers on my fingertips. I exhale and allow him to caress me.
He’s back! I’m glad we’re working on our relationship. When I say ‘he,’ I’m referring to writing. Writing is my companion. We don’t always see eye to eye but we’re a team. I realize that sometimes he’ll need his space but when I need him I try to do the things that will bring him to the surface. I engage in activities that evoke his spirit. For instance, I take a scenic drive, visit a park, listen to music or attend cultural festivals. Sometimes, inspiration comes from the things that fascinate us. A writer is never short on creativity. Sometimes we are trying to find the right way to express our ideas.
I'm curious...how do you set the mood for writing?