Inner writing journey — stop trying to control it 

By  Meredith Resnick

I’m coming to this place with [a particular work] where I’ve got to rip the thing up and start anew. Some gets salvaged.  It will be for the best. But it’s kind of heartbreaking, too.

I’ve been trying to direct a narrative. I’ve been thinking too much about audience. I’ve been trying too hard to “make” something “good.” I’ve been trying to fit in. I’ve been trying to be different.

Doesn’t work.

I’m learning, on a visceral level, what it means to appreciate my own working process.  I have mistakenly labeled my way of telling a story as not acceptable because it originated inside me. Lately, I’m learning to provide a supportive mirror to my creator self, much the way a loving mother roots on her child to speak and walk and draw, tenderly providing guardrails as their interior world meets the exterior one.

—M

About the author

I have kept a journal for more than three decades and always have some sort of notebook with me. I record my dreams. The writing I most love to do comes from fragmented ideas I've collected, or from a word or two written on a scrap of paper or the palm of my hand.

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