Following My Heart’s Desire

img_3702I published this post in October 2014, back in the early days of my blog. I came across it the other day and realised that it still rang true. So I thought I’d share it again.

As I walked home from school after dropping my daughter off the other morning, I pondered, as I usually do, the latest plot twists in the book I’m writing. Then it struck me that this is what I do now. I thought back to a couple of years ago, before I started writing about Ambeth and all the other stories coming through me and was amazed by how my life has changed.

‘Will I always be like this?’ I thought to myself. ‘Is this it now, or will I look back in a few years time, shaking my head at how obsessed I was, how writing was a compulsion, a daily requirement?’

You know what, I really do think this is it. After forty something years of life, three different continents and a myriad of jobs ranging from martial arts instructor to waitress to casting co-ordinator and photography producer, I think I’ve finally found my groove. My place to stay, my happiness, as they say. Sure, I’ve been writing all my life, just like my bio says, and for the last eleven years or so have been writing for other people. But this is different. This is writing for myself, tapping into the muse and weaving stories to life, words shining silver in the slippery darkness of the pond, fossils emerging from the forest floor. It is discovery and catharsis and creation and desire all rolled into one, a wonderful compulsion to put words on the page, to bring characters to life and tell their stories as they come through me.

So lucky me. I will say this, I have never given up the search for my heart’s desire. Through jobs I’ve hated and tolerated and thought perhaps I liked, through moves across town and state and country lines, I’ve always needed some sort of creative outlet. For a long time it was painting – I’ve sold a few, been exhibited once (just a small show) and several pieces adorn the walls of my own home. There is a peace and joy in painting once I get into the mood, music and brushstrokes a form of meditation. But it is nothing like the fire and excitement I get from writing, the pictures in my mind coming on to the page so much more easily than they did onto the canvas. There are times when I laugh a little and sigh, that my passion is not for some sort of fiendish financial calculation whereby I can make a fortune, but I am rich in so many other ways. Writing has conferred upon me a freedom, a confidence to be myself and express my thoughts, a confidence that grows and brings me back to the true self I came so close to losing some time ago. There is more value in that than in anything else I can think of, for it allows me to love and be free, to care for those around me and appreciate small wonders in the world, seeing them for the story they tell.

I love writing and, even though there are rejections and frustrations to suffer, none of them do anything to change that fact. So I thought I would write a post on how I feel about writing, letting my fingers flow. And so they have, reminding me of why it is that I write now, and why it is that will always be so, as long as I have ideas to dream of.


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25 thoughts on “Following My Heart’s Desire

    1. Thanks so much Fay! Yes, I kind of thought you’d get it 😊 Funny I found this and posted it and saw your post about having a world in your head – being a writer is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

  1. You are a very special person – and have the gift of writing – painting and combining this with being a wonderful mother and wife.
    Tamara

  2. Beautiful stuff, Helen. And what I needed to hear this week too. Writers are also a blue lot sometimes who tend to focus on the slights and ignore the massives. Thanks for setting me straight…

  3. Reblogged this on amo vitam and commented:
    A reblog from Helen Jones. What she says here about painting and writing, I could have written myself, word for word (including the “sold a few pieces, been exhibited once, have some on my own walls”). Writing has indeed let me find my passion. I’m still working on finding that daily groove like Helen has, but like her, writing is here to stay with me.

      1. It is indeed. I’m the woman of a thousand hobbies – I’ve been into so much creative stuff, but I always got back out of it after a few years, “Been there, done that, got the quilt/silk scarf/bookshelf/painting/whatever.” But writing, it’s different. Aren’t we lucky it’s found us? 🙂

      2. Same! It was like, I knew I wanted to express myself creatively, but wasn’t sure how, so tried loads of things before I realised it had been writing all along 🙂 We are lucky indeed!

  4. “I love writing and, even though there are rejections and frustrations to suffer, none of them do anything to change that fact”.
    Such a conclusive statement dear Helen. There is nothing better than responding to an inner call when it carries along so many personal perks!…
    Happy writing! 😉 😀

    1. Thanks, Aquileana. That’s exactly it, responding to an inner call. The stories get louder and louder unless I start to tell them 🙂 And I really love to do so. Happy writing to you too! xx

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