Never forget to use your lesser emotions when writing. Those emotions which are not common, but are some of the strongest you’ve ever felt.
Do you remember a time you locked your heart behind a cold wall in order to protect yourself from being hurt again, again, and again?
Do you remember a time you woke at 3:00 a.m. crying for something you feared would never come…feared something that did come?
Do you remember that instant where your heart burst because you realized you were in love?
Sadly, I thought I understood grief. I was so very close to my Pa…maternal grandfather. His death took away one of the four people I thought would be around forever.
No, I didn’t understand grief. I understood it as the physical gut-wrenching neverending pain that was ripping me apart from the inside out when my dad died.
I thought I understood love. I thought I knew what I was saying when I stated no one better ever hurt my niece or nephews. That I would kill/die for them.
Yes, I still would. However, I didn’t truly know this living emotion until my daughter was born. When that wave crashed into and over me, I knew with every certainty what the phrase…I’d die/kill for my child…meant.
These are emotions we’ve experienced, but they don’t stay at our forefront. They are too strong for us to carry everyday…to carry at their fullest.
Take a moment and write what…if?…my shared emotions have reminded you. Use these in your writing.