I have a serious love of all things apple.
I love apples fresh, baked, candied (especially candied). I love apple juice, I love apple wine, I love the way they look and smell.
I especially love that satisfying crunch when you bite down into one.
Not only do they taste good they come with a story, a horror story to boot.
In the bible Adam and Eve bite into the Apple and before you know it, they’re in Hell. A Devil is involved. Pain and suffering are involved. They realize they’re naked.
Because of an apple.
Don’t over think that here, this isn’t a bible class, this is a story about Apples.
I remember when I was about 7 my Grandpa Bert said to me, ” You know how an apple a day can keep the doctor away?”
Actually, I did want to know. You hear it a lot when your either about to eat or are in the middle of eating an apple.
” You throw it at him really hard”
I was probably mid-crunch when I looked up at Grandpa Bert and nodded. ” Okay. I can do that.”
He patted me on the head, smiled and walked away.
Now that I have gone all around the apple orchard- this is what an apple a day has to do with writing daily.
I took part in this year’s Holidailies 2015 and YES I posted daily.
I took the challenge because I dropped the daily writing habit and in my opinion my writing suffered for it.
I played around on Facebook everyday, I managed to watch my favorite shows on DVD everyday, I managed to do a lot of other things everyday except for writing.
At one point I wrote that I treated my writing like a toy. I played with and at some point it rolled under the couch I didn’t bother to look for it. I only ran across it when I was looking for something else.
Sad to say, the apple bit me back.
There are a lot of good points to be made about writing daily, there are some great ones listed in this article:
The most important one is this: when you do something everyday it becomes a part of your life. Not part of a routine, or a lifestyle, YOUR LIFE.
In my case, when I stopped writing I felt less…I felt less curious, less adventurous, less confident. I also felt a lot less interesting.
Something was missing – and I’m pretty sure what I was missing was that part of me that sparks the rest of me to action, to life.
So this month-long project helped me to understand a few things, it opened my mind up to new possibilities I can take up with my writing.
I think Muse is facepalming itself ( because I think my Muse is a male… that’s me…SWIM AGAINST THAT TIDE ANITA MARIE!) because I’m finally listening to it again.
It couldn’t have been an easy job to get my creativity back on track, to get the mojo working…TO GET ME OFF FACEBOOK FOR FIVE MINUTES.
But someone my Muse did it, despite having me to inspire.
I must have been like that rock Sisyphus had to roll up the hill … but I think my Muse did it.
He got me up to the top.
I also think if I roll back down again it will find a bigger rock and smoosh me with it.
I learned something in December about me and writing.
It was well worth the journey.
So here’s to apples, Muses and dare I say…me.
amm
