Having been missing for many months I discovered Writer’s Quote Wednesday had closed its doors. I was sad, I had enjoyed the quotes, and reflecting on how they had fitted into my life as a child and still do.
Words which inform our lives, are worth treasuring in some way. I am continuing my own, maybe not every week:) I know my limitations at last. bearing in mind the mess and muddle of my writing life at the moment I recollected this quote:
‘Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: Fool! said my muse to me, ‘look in thy heart and write’
Philip Sydney 1554 – 1586
I went looking for this quote having in mind its relevance for my purpose, the difficulty was, I had read it so many years ago; I knew it was from an old writer, a classical author,but had forgotten how old.
It’s somewhat comforting to see how the act of writing has always had the same problems, we are not alone it appears.
I mean 1586, that is over 400 years ago, poor Sydney was struggling with writers block back then.
How often have we struggled so; we may not use a pen these days, at least not the kind Sydney would have used, but errant pen or keyboard notwithstanding, our muse sometimes has to hammer on the door of our blocked minds and hearts. We agonize on the perfect finish before we have even started.
We allow fears, anxieties and doubts to riddle themselves into our beings. Our self critic begins declaiming in loud ringing tones, joined by grammar police and, in perfect harmony down in the tenors, procrastination joins in with mellow tones.
We need to relax, sit back, put one’s feet up, sip a comforting drink. Let music and sunlight flit across our senses and allow that tricky muse in. We have to pick up that pen and write. Nonsense sometimes, unedited probably, badly spelt often, rambling maybe. The words roam across the page and the crack in that block grows wider and muse can pour in at last. We know from his writing that sir Philip Sydney allowed his in.