It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...

I love Charlie Brown and his dog Snoopy. They have the kind of relationship that most people have with each other. One person in the relationship is love and care and protection for the other, and that person is mostly about themself, without knowing it It may sound harsh to put it that way but it is true.

Snoopy's occassional writing block is something to which I can also relate. There are times that I can sit down and pour out the words and there are times "you can hear the crickets" (let the reader understand).

This begs me to ask the question, Where are the Crickets and what did they do after Buddy Holly died? No - wait wrong question...Why do we write and from where does it come?

We have a "daughter" that loves to write and has written ever since I met her. It has been like therapy for her. Her writing won her an Outstanding Young Playwrite award. Her plots and imaginings were beyond her years. Where did it come from?
One has to wonder about Steven King and Anne Rice and where they come up with their ideas. It is a place I don't want to go too...

There are times the Holy Spirit says, "Write this." and I do and it is beyond my capability to understand how I did it. There are times I pray, "Holy Spirit, help me write this." and He does. So what ya think happens when He doesn't say anything? How do we deal with that when we are looking for direction and there is no response and we feel out on a limb and on our own? When we are in our own "dark and stormy night"!!

(to be continued)