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Going for the jugular...

Natalie Goldberg writes in her book -Writing Down the Bones, Shambahala 1983, page 8 'Go for the jugular' If something comes up in your writing that is scary or naked, dive right into it. It probably has lots of energy.... Page 9 ... at the beginning you may feel great emotions and energy that will sweep  you away, but don't stop writing....

I have filled to many journals to count and most of them during my time of grief, when my husband passed away, when my beloved dog passed away, when I went on my 9 months overseas odyssey, filling the pages with my thoughts, my sorrows, my pains, my triumphs and my defeats. 

Reading through some of it now I find those pages where heavy tears fell down on them, but I continued writing, there were days when I became so angry I literally threw the book into the next corner, -to much french blood in my veins, lol- but I continued writing. I simply went for the jugular....
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Melissa Ann Goodwin said…
I think that's why journals are often such a good source of material for writers - so full of emotion. By the way, Natalie Goldberg does frequent writing workshops at the upaya zen center here is Santa Fe.
May 17, 2011 at 1:13 AM
Angelique said…
Thanks Melissa for your comment! Yes they are indeed, and every time I read through them I find something interesting I had forgotten and also it shows my own healing progress... I wished I could attend a writing workshop with Natalie...
May 17, 2011 at 5:02 AM
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