I have fallen in love again. His name is Oscar and he is one of those types who are really great at teasing the details out of me, making me feel like he’s really listening, like I’ve connected with him.

I can’t remember the last time we sat down together, but recently, we have been spending a lot of time sitting and bonding. He has that old hipster, retro charm that I love, and he provides me with an organic release for my writing.

Isn’t he just adorable?

Oscar

One of the biggest things he’s (re)taught me, has been the idea that the act of creating needs to feel organic. The process of scheduling time to sit down at my computer and staring at the screen can be monotonous, can feel uninspiring. It is good to make time to write and create. Because if we didn’t make time, we wouldn’t do the creating. But we need to leave room for the act of creating to be inspiring as well.

Routine can be an idea killer. And this is where Oscar has come in.

Each key press on those vintage keys; the clack of the letter hitting the ribbon, it’s a reminder that each word is written with purpose. There is no delete button. There is only more white space with which to write.

Since I’ve been writing with Oscar, I’ve also come to find the numinous in writing in my notebook and I’ve set myself a mission. If I can spend at least one night, doesn’t matter which one, choosing to write analogue, then I might reconnect with my inner voice and find that all elusive confidence with which to continue creating. I fully expect that everything will be crap in the beginning, but I’ve already had an idea for a serial fiction series since I started this week.

I’m going to be sharing some of my organic writing each Friday, using the hashtag #analoguemuse and I’ve love for you to join me in sharing something you’ve created during the week. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t written a word in ages and it doesn’t even matter if you don’t write, I’d love to see what you’ve sketched or painted, composed or arranged, as long as you’ve done it the analogue way. No judgement, no constructive criticism, just pats on the back for getting something done, for creating from the heart.