It happens the moment a young writer firsts holds a crayon. We grab hold of the nearest colorful object and just start scribbling lines in aimless patterns that only the little mind can understand. It happens before we’re able to voice our inner child with a big, loud voice, before we can understand the beauty of words and language. Writing comes naturally to each of us.
Crayons and chalk become pencils and pens, each of us mapping our existence by leaving a trail of lines and words, some full of promise, some empty, some imaginary, some dark with the sting of a harsh reality.
Writing Spark: Think of yourself as a baby, an amazing little human, longing to be heard but without the words needed to express yourself. Observe something in your house or in your life. See it through the eyes of this baby or toddler. How would you describe it? Do you know its purpose? Do you understand its reason for being in your life? What does it smell like, look like, sound like? How does it make you feel? Force yourself to look at life through the eyes of a child without the ability to speak….now go use your words!