Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.Mahatma Gandhi
Another writing challenge comes to a close and once again, I am so glad I participated in the Blogging A-Z Challenge. Writing and posting every day – or at least regularly – is a great way to keep the ink flowing in one’s veins. I don’t think posting every day is sustainable over the long term – there is so much information flying around out there on the interwebs, that I sometimes feel like sometimes what I say gets drowned out among all the fake news, political screeds, and trolling. In the past, I would think that and simply not post at all. But who will need the words I write someday – it’s why I try to write essays and poetry (and someday, those damn novels!) with meaning and not just fluff to fill the page.
Eve during a challenge like this one, I tried to be as authentic and raw as possible, especially when I couldn’t think of anything witty or meaningful to say. Because I think it’s important to show the process, the scars, the skinned knees (or fingers in this case) that are poured into my craft – or any craft. It’s been said before, but we always see the end products, but rarely the thrown away scraps of paper, ruined mounds of clay, painted over failures that must be part of any well done piece of art work. And personally, I tend to think that these are works of genius artists who never make a mistake. Which is simply a lie. There are only so many Mozarts, Michaelanglos, Austens, and John William Waterhouses. It doesn’t negate the brilliant work of the many other artists who aren’t necessarily hailed as prodigies. Hard work and failure are part of the finished piece.
Recently, I signed up for three online classes in areas that I’m passionate about – after all, what better time than during a global pandemic. Not to mention, these classes are free for everyone. I hope more people sign up for classes – when else will there be an opportunity to learn from top universities for free? However, since two of the classes I’m taking are language classes, I still need to keep my creative writing muscle supple, so I’ll be looking for another writing challenge in the hopes I can still send my words out into the world in the hopes that they are heard by those who need to hear them.
Hope to continue to see you here, lovelies. Namaste.
During the month of April, I’ll be participating in the Blogging A-Z Challenge.
A member of the Water Street Writers, Mikaela D’Eigh is a writer, poet, gardener, mental wellness advocate, and a lover of Scotch, K-Pop, and KDramas. She writes about anything and everything, using all the crayons in the box. Currently, she lives out in the country with two Egyptian gods disguised as cats, a herd of cows, and the occasional flock of wild turkeys. Check her out at La Belle Dame Merci, Medium, Facebook, or Instagram for more essays, poetry, and shenanigans.