Part of the problem is all the large, cumbersome scrapbooks my hobby has produced. I have at least one and in some cases two for every year of the 15 years I've been scrapping. I also have a Disney album that is now full. I have albums I've redone from my years traveling Europe. I've done albums with my husband's car hobby and a trip to Alaska he took before he met me. They are all over the house.
I used to use scrapbooking for my creative outlet. Now that I am writing all the time, it seems to be all the creative outlet I need. But I need to write. There are times I get distracted, like with the room remodel, and I don't get the chance to write. I get out of the habit and then I get a nagging sense that there is something wrong. When I do write, it's a constant barrage of inspiration.
Someone asked me the other day how I come up with a column a week. My question would sometimes be, how do I keep it to a column a week? Today I am finally at a place where the remodel rush has subsided, I don't have anywhere to go and I can resume my writing frenzy.
To honor this need to write, I am posting one of my writer friend's, Reuben Powell, essays he wrote in 2002 about "Why I Write." It sums up the need for us writers to express the world around us. Reuben is a marvel to be sure; he is in his 80's and is still active, vibrant and a participating member of society. His blood still boils at political wrongs and his heart still sings when he encounters his grandchildren. He is someone to whom I aspire when I am in my 80's.
"Why I Write" by Reuben Powell - January 21, 2002