The Writer's Post #21 ~ Desire

Desire

The Writer's Post #21

Desire can lead you into so many areas you might otherwise not dare to venture. Depending on the intensity of that desire it could even create a new image of you to others. You may find yourself shedding friends who don't share your desire and making new friends just because they do share your passion.  It's powerful, very powerful if it's genuine.  Desire can be unrelenting. Should be unrelenting. Desire is so important to finding your place in this world. Without it, life can be very ho-hum.  Without it, can you really have any direction?

My desire is to be on the Best Seller's List.  My passion is writing.  I know that being picked up by a publisher is a long shot, but I keep submitting.  I keep writing.  I desire to be better tomorrow than I was yesterday.  To say more in fewer words.  The right words.  To make everything that pours from my heart into my brain run through my fingers and land on the page.  To know, without question, that every single paragraph, no, every single word of every page I write is exactly what I meant to say. I desire to have my readers feel what I was feeling as the words spilled out.  When the story is finished, I desire to feel relief and satisfaction. Then I desire to start something new.

I also have a  strong desire to have a happy marriage.  I choose to be happy in my marriage.  I could and I do occasionally,  concentrate on all the things my roomy could do better.  I do that, I suppose, because I am not perfect and so I can't allow him to be, either.  He isn't, by the way. But I choose to concentrate most of my energy on his good qualities; the reasons I fell in love with him over 30 years ago. What we are,  is a pretty good match.  I am somewhat of a talker, he is very quiet.  Oh, he talks, but more to me than to anyone else.  I am very 'this house needs fixed' project oriented and he would be just fine if everything stayed exactly how it was 20 years ago.  Remodeling the house is just not something he would probably ever think was necessary and I think it needs a major overhaul.  We will, as always, meet in the middle somewhere.  I don't think he will ever understand how involved I can get in writing and he doesn't read my work, usually.  I could be hurt by that or upset, but I choose to just consider writing my own thing that I share with all of you who choose to read it.  He doesn't complain about the time I spend, he actually says it's a good thing because I am happiest when I am deep into something I need to write.  Of course, I am!  It's my passion and my desire to create is very strong.  He gets that and I get that he isn't into it, at all.  We have a hundred differences, but our 'sames' are the important things.  We share a family. Actually, we share two families.  His and mine.  We both love all the members of each family.  We share a love of traveling.  We share a love of good food and trying new dishes, if not too exotic!  We love our home and keeping it comfortable.  I love it spotless, he loves it however it is.  I love him, however he is.

I desire a future of less house projects, so I want to get them out of the way now.  I desire a future of trips with my roomy to the Caribbean again, maybe New England in the fall, San Diego, Phoenix, South Padre Island and anywhere else that we loved when we visited before or haven't been yet and desire to see someday.  I desire days of sun. I desire peace in my heart, I have it now and I hope never to lose it. I desire to live a more loving life everyday.

Desire without action is a dream.  I'm not a dreamer.

More than anything else in life, I desire to always be loved and always have someone to love. 

So my desires have taken me someplace I might never have ventured without them.  I spend a great deal of time alone with my keyboard.  I used to be very sociable, I don't miss those days. I am happy inside.  I am healthy inside because I write.  It's my therapy and it's my release.  Words just fill up my brain and if I don't sit and spill them, I believe my head would burst.  Not literally, but figuratively.  I am driven to write and write some more. It is my second strongest desire.

Jo