August 20, 2011
Alongside written, creative stagnation comes a wave of inspiration from the words on a page, words that were written over 150 years ago and were published under a different name to hide her gender. Shameful, these words weren't, as they told the truth, her truth; fearful they weren't, for the words did not try to appease or please the public.
2001...I had found these words, contained within Jane Eyre.
2010: I have opened the novel again, read it like it was the air that allows for each breath, and a wave of intent coursed through my veins.
Winter 2010: My Etsy shop was opened, with these words that I hold and cherish so dear, as the background in nearly each image.
Late summer 2011: Purchased two old copies of this text, imperfect but timely. Getting back into the swing of writing, again, after an unproductive few months filled with anxiety and mental roadblocks.
As I turn these pages in my life, will I be apologetic? Saddened? No. I believe that my creative thought process has lead me here, there, and astray for a bit. Just for a little while. The deadline looms heavily over my head. But I will prevail...for I must.