Recently, in my writing intensive (and when I say intensive, I mean intensive) class, I had been struggling all semester long (up through this far, at least) trying to find my writing mojo. It was a frustrating time where not only did my writing grade suffer for it, my motivation for blogging was also shot.
However, the last paper, one that required us to analyze, break down, and conceptualize the reasons behind the success of a political speech, was one that played to my forte. I've always viewed myself as someone who writes well when he is analyzing. As Ronald Reagan said, "it's a time to return to the first principles."
Finding my writing mojo was easier than I thought. I had to return to the basics of what made me a writer. I wrote my best when I was painting a scene, conducting a musical score of letters and words. I wrote my best when I wasn't thinking, calculating my next line of argument. Well this is the return to what works. My last paper (and the good grade that came with it) was the affirmation of my writing style, and the confirmation of hope that He provided in response to my prayers.
My creativity is reflected not only in writing, but also my music. I've been so busy and hung up on the whirlwind of things that is happening around me, that I haven't really had time to indulge in delicious melodies, to dive into a sea of harmonies, and just lose myself in the synthesis of it all.
Tonight, I return to what I want to do with my late nights. Tonight, I sing with the stars. It's good to be back.