I have notebooks and tons of scraps of paper with ideas that I have captured. It is like the ideas are not birthed until I put them down on paper or in a word document.

I have woken in the middle of the night to lean over and scramble to find something to write on in the middle of the night. I should likely keep a pad of paper in the drawer.

In my car I now keep a post it pad and a pen to capture thoughts while at a red light.

I have a small pink Moleskin notebook in my purse to jot notes.

I am not going to lie having all these thoughts out there, “unprocessed” and without a home in a post or chapter I wrote does unnerve me. I have to trust that if the words are meant to be shared with others then it will happen. I need to see the process of jotting things down as a way that I am growing my craft. Fear can be pretty bossy to me. I can worry what if I lose this notebook with all my scribbles? What if I never get to those thoughts? I want to live more free of fear. Working on it for sure.

When inspiration comes I usually write it down. If I can get to my computer I will write a draft which feels way better than some random piece of paper that I am going to stress about.

Words are within me that I must get out. I trust that whomever needs them will receive them. My job is to write and not stress about it. I know there is stress with publishers and deadlines but I am not there yet. I hope to have that in the future. Until then I will keep planting seeds of love with my words.