Curious Writers

I’ve noticed an interesting phenomenon as I get more and more into this whole ‘writer thing.’

What might that be, you ask?

Are you curious, I ask back. If you are, it’s quite fitting as what I have noticed is an increased curiosity. Yes, that’s right, I’m now more curious than the cat.

I find I go into situations seeking tidbits I can pull into my writing or tuck away for later. Like what someone’s house looks like and how it reflects their personality–or doesn’t. They way people say things. The way certain places smell. The colour of the sky in different parts of Canada. And the most funnerest (other than making up words that are totally improper grammar) part of this whole renewed curiosity thing would have to be satisfying that curiosity with doing new things. I mean, if you are handed the opportunity to try wakeboarding, you have to try it. If you have an axe and permission to lop down some pines, you gotta seize the day. And savour it. The smells. Which muscles ache the next day. The textures. The way the water feels as you hit it. The way the sap travels freaking everywhere.

It’s curiosity about life, my friend. If you don’t have that, what do you have?

Yes, my adventurous nature has been renewed, my inner child prompted to the surface, and all in the name of making me a better writer. Life’s gems are laid out before me like a smorgasbord. And I’m hungry.