Attended a writer’s conference on Saturday. You wouldn’t think such a thing would be particularly emotional, but for me, it truly was. I’ve wanted nothing but to stack up a good-sized manuscript since the day my short story was published in the Milladore Graded newsletter in 1958. I was in second grade.
For the past 50 years, since then, I’ve made sure there were plenty of excuses not to write. (One of my favorite excuses has been “I have nothing to say” and yet I feel I’ve lived more lives than most people and perhaps even more than some cats.) Now I have run out of excuses – so I generally stay busy reading the types of books I’d like to write, forcing myself to socialize, or keeping up with politics in order to avoid writing.
But the conference clearly dictated the time has come. It’s time to dig into all those old boxes for journals and other miscellaneous reminders and start stringing words together to fulfill that nagging frustration of a lifetime.
Why do I share this? Because I need to be held to it. I need to declare it as my new job. Will someone out there, ANYONE, please help me reach fulfillment? Nagging is very much encouraged.
Woo-hoo! I'm an excellent nagger. ;)
ReplyDeleteBe careful what you ask for... Mit the nagger is ready to engage...
ReplyDeleteSooooooooooooooo, how is your "new job" going? Just checking in...or, you could consider this an offical nag.
ReplyDeleteSending you unblocked and positive thoughts to inspire...
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." ~Sylvia Plath
Wonderfully insightful, tragic, but insightful.
YOU GO GIRL.....we have extra pens, pencils, markers, crayons, charcoal, and pastels if you need.
Tracy and Diane