I can’t remember if I posted this picture the last time I was here, but I’m having duck soup this morning for breakfast (made from the leftover duck carcass that we savaged last night at dinner), so I think it’s entirely appropriate to post it again. Nothing tastes better, I promise you. Even if it looks kind of…funky.
Jet lag got me up around three or four this morning (that, and the air conditioner had accidentally been set on a timer and shut off in the middle of the night, making the room unbearably warm). I’ve been writing ever since, and thinking about all the ways I want and need to improve my work.
Over at Tribal Writer, there’s a good post about passion and talent, including this very true note about identifying your strengths:
“Your strengths are not “what you’re already good at “ but what make you feel strong and fulfilled in that moment. It could be anything from writing a poem in English class or cooking dinner for the kids. I stress: it doesn’t matter if you think you suck at it. What matters is that the activity in and of itself gives you that deep, settled, calm feeling. That bliss feeling. It restores and invigorates you.”
This is what I feel when I write. Strong, true, and ready for the world. It lights me up on the inside. It also makes me hungry for more, hungry and full of the desire to push myself and improve, and find new ways of using words and telling stories. It’s my bliss. I love it.
And I love duck soup. So excuse me while I’ll run to breakfast!