11/4/19
Reinvent yourself!
It's interesting when you've been in a particular place in your life for a while. You can start to get comfortable and think that's all the world has to offer you. I'm proud to say that I'm "shaking things up" a little bit by delving into the world of self-publishing. It's been a challenge and yet I've enjoyed learning new things, meeting new people and experiencing a little more control over my writing. My first "success" story, I suppose, is that I now have a Christmas novella up on Amazon. It was time to reinvent myself a little...maybe it's your time, too! "A Neverland Inn Christmas"
11/30/18
When life derails your writing...
Being a writer is an interesting thing. The process of writing is so intrinsically tied up in who the writer is and requires such a personal investment, that it's only a matter of time before it gets derailed by various physical or emotional "boulders" that life tosses carelessly on the tracks. And the writer, blissfully surging along, finds themselves tossed like so much rubble onto the ground. Many will pick themselves back up, examine their wounds and rethink another path or mode of transportation. For others, the wreck seems too catastrophic and they retreat to tend to their wounds and wait until a sufficient amount of healing has occurred. I've discovered that I tend to do both.
Writing has always been my creative outlet, my "happy place," my bliss. Where I've felt understood, connected to a larger power, even loved. Life makes sense and I feel my purpose in it all. So, why would I ever abandon that, simply because life throws some challenge at me? Maybe because it's also where I feel the most doubt, experience the most frustration and can be overwhelmed by the sense that I can't ever be good enough. By walking a tightrope between those two worlds, it isn't hard to get thrown off balance and retreat to a place that seems safer--where I don't have to constantly be examining and interpreting life.
I guess that makes me a "fair weather" writer. When things are going well and I'm reasonably content, I don't mind looking back on past hurts and pain and trying to figure out how to represent the truth of those experiences on paper. But when I'm in the thick of it and see disaster all around me, I shut down the conduit of my creativity and go into survival mode--kind of like a victim of hypothermia, where all of my blood is sucked into my core, leaving my extremities exposed to the elements. It's like I'm willing to sacrifice an arm or a leg so my torso can survive. When the real answer is to get up and get moving!
A few people, when they find out I write, ask me how you get over writer's block. I used to give them an appropriate answer that you have to continue to write, even if it's just keeping a journal. That you push through the feeling and eventually it will go away. Because you're a writer and you're meant to write! It sounded really good at the time. But the truth of it is, you can't "get over" writer's block, because writer's block is really another name for fear. And fear doesn't go anywhere, it just becomes more manageable at times. Ask a tightrope walker twenty feet off the ground if they're no longer "afraid" of being suspended that high. I'll bet they say that they still get afraid, they've just had enough experience to know that even if they do fall, they were doing what they wanted and needed to do with their life--so what does it matter?
To truly be a writer, I have to allow myself to accept that there will always be an element of fear in what I do. Perhaps as I gain more experience and more confidence in my ability, I won't dwell on it as often. But I'll never completely be at ease with the knowledge that no matter how much success I might achieve or how far I go, the next second--I could fall.
Writing has always been my creative outlet, my "happy place," my bliss. Where I've felt understood, connected to a larger power, even loved. Life makes sense and I feel my purpose in it all. So, why would I ever abandon that, simply because life throws some challenge at me? Maybe because it's also where I feel the most doubt, experience the most frustration and can be overwhelmed by the sense that I can't ever be good enough. By walking a tightrope between those two worlds, it isn't hard to get thrown off balance and retreat to a place that seems safer--where I don't have to constantly be examining and interpreting life.
I guess that makes me a "fair weather" writer. When things are going well and I'm reasonably content, I don't mind looking back on past hurts and pain and trying to figure out how to represent the truth of those experiences on paper. But when I'm in the thick of it and see disaster all around me, I shut down the conduit of my creativity and go into survival mode--kind of like a victim of hypothermia, where all of my blood is sucked into my core, leaving my extremities exposed to the elements. It's like I'm willing to sacrifice an arm or a leg so my torso can survive. When the real answer is to get up and get moving!
A few people, when they find out I write, ask me how you get over writer's block. I used to give them an appropriate answer that you have to continue to write, even if it's just keeping a journal. That you push through the feeling and eventually it will go away. Because you're a writer and you're meant to write! It sounded really good at the time. But the truth of it is, you can't "get over" writer's block, because writer's block is really another name for fear. And fear doesn't go anywhere, it just becomes more manageable at times. Ask a tightrope walker twenty feet off the ground if they're no longer "afraid" of being suspended that high. I'll bet they say that they still get afraid, they've just had enough experience to know that even if they do fall, they were doing what they wanted and needed to do with their life--so what does it matter?
To truly be a writer, I have to allow myself to accept that there will always be an element of fear in what I do. Perhaps as I gain more experience and more confidence in my ability, I won't dwell on it as often. But I'll never completely be at ease with the knowledge that no matter how much success I might achieve or how far I go, the next second--I could fall.
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