How?

Yesterday I covered the Where and When questions about creating this blog, today's question is "how?"

How do YOU read this blog? Do you subscribe to it through Google or Blogline readers, do you visit another blog and connect to me from there, did you Google search on a certain word and find me, or is it bookmarked in your favorites? I often wonder how you get to me each day.

Wondering how you find me, causes me to wonder how I find inspiration. It comes from so many different places; my family, my friends, friends of friends, the dogs in my life, my church, my work, television, radio, photographs. Often I get inspiration from other bloggers or social network websites, the writing muse that sits on my shoulder grabs tidbits from all around my world.

The process of capturing that one particular thought or idea, forming it into sentences and pouring it out so that you can read it and better yet, understand it is a gift that I truly do not know how to explain. There are days that I struggle to get one sentence written and days when I sit to write and it is as if a portal has been opened and a flood of words come sailing onto the page. Happy days often do not bring a plethora (I used that word just for my Daddy!!) of words and thoughts, it is most often the sadder moments of my life or the lives of those around me that seem to pull out the work I am most proud of on this blog. Sometimes I have wondered why I even named the blog "Happy In The Moment"...for it seems that a lot of what I share has its roots in sadness or discontentment, but truly, the title still fits for me. I am always the eternal optimist. I strive to find happiness in the moments of my life, even the sad moments. When I stop doing that, I will have lost all hope.

I don't have a good answer for the "how" of the process of writing, at least not one that works for me tonight. I wonder each time I pull up the blog and open a blank screen if anything worthy of reading will appear at the end of the writing session. Some days I end the session with a mediocre attempt at giving you a glimpse into my heart and my world, and then other days I end it knowing that I have given the effort one hundred percent of my best and I am proud to have gotten out of the way and allowed my writing muse to do its work. (Oh, and by the by, it just took me about ten minutes to end that sentence because I got caught up in trying to determine if my writing muse is male or female. As you see, I chose a non-gender...but I really think it is a "he" - and that is strange to me...I may be turning into an eccentric writer after all.)

The answer to the question of "how" is unanswerable, except for this; what I write, however inspired by the events of the day or the past or the future or the people in my life or even just a photograph, is from my heart. There is not a sentence or a paragraph that is not thought through, edited and rewritten and agonized over at least a tiny bit. I can't explain how I write anymore than I can explain how I love or how I dream or how I breath. It is just all a part of me.

Living Happily In the Moment!
Bev