Listening to every heart
Serenity, off the cigs, on with the pen. Why should we question where our writing takes us, if we are doing such? There's a reason for everything, and while we may not know the reason now, it will come to us, eventually. Those that don't listen to the little voice welling up, choosing to put it aside, are the ones who take a chance of losing what they need to know. Listen, let it come up, and out, the choice to share same is still up to you.
Sharon, the answer is, for me, yes. At least with some poetry. As well as Prose. Now, the novel at hand - that is different. I don't know when I will feel the emotion of it - quite possibly after it is finished. Every step through page through chapter right now is more of a journey, always opening up before me a thought I don't think I've had before. But since it's not done, it hasn't manifested itself in me to "feel" it - just to do it.
I am sure after all is said and done with the book, I will feel like I gave birth to a creature of some sort.
But with some poetry, some prose, when I dig deep enough, when it touches anyone [and we can tell by the responses...] and if I cannot read it aloud because the voice wavers in the attempt...that's when I know I've put me into the work.