I rose early to watch Lake Superior greet the morning. We are staying at a B and B in Duluth, Minnesota. Our windows look out directly on the lake which is about 200 feet from where I am sitting cozy and warm with a cup of tea.
The morning is shrouded in fog with only the red and green lights of the canal visible. The town of Duluth on the hill is missing in the thick grey mist. There are two geese gliding in and out of the fog. A fog horn sounds in the distance as a 1000 foot boat slides out of the bay and into the lake. It vanishes within minutes of passing the light house at the end of the canal.
I sit think about yesterdays post of frosty moments and few words. I could use that line again – lost in the fog – the blank slate with nothing to say, words lost in the fog. Except that I learned yesterday that even in time where words are hard to find there are words.
There must have been about 4 or 5 posts that I read yesterday all struggling to know what to write but write we did. Every writer taking a different angle. Some wrote a poem, some wrote about prompts and books that help us write and others just wrote about the loss of words for the day.
It is the writers struggle to find words each day. A daily post – words published to the world is a lot of writing. We have put a lot of words out into the world this month. If you wrote a post daily and it was about 350 words (this post is already at 277) you will have written well over 10,000 words this month alone. Amazing – that is a great deal of writing.
Lesson learned in these last days of the challenge is that it is not words lost in the fog or frozen with the chill but just the writers struggle that we all deal with when writing day after day. Writing is work and sometime it is harder than others.
We just need to breath, observe and push through to where the air warms, the fog lifts and the words hit the paper.
Happy Writing for the last two days of March!