One of the young members of our writers group brought up the idea of a mid month write-in. This is in addition to our monthly meeting in which we critique and review each others work. We are very excited about it. Each member takes a turn each month. That way everyone has a chance to pick the time, date and venue that best fits their interest. Then as many as can try and make it. We are hoping this will be a great success and encourage us even more to continue in writing endeavors.
I have found that there are many different ways that people can help you in achieving your goals in writing. Recently my sister and I decided we would support each other in our unique talents. She loves art but criticizes herself and her art projects the same way I do my writing. So she decided she would be my writing partner.
I have been amazed at what a difference someone else can make. Every day she sends me a quote, joke, inspiration or advice that she found on line. She does not write novels but has been invaluable to me as I wake up every morning with her message waiting for me. Since she started doing this I have written twice as often as I used too. It’s been great.
I would suggest finding someone that can help encourage you to write on a daily basis. It can make all the difference.
Writing is the pondering of the soul. Every soul is beautiful in its unique abilities and talents. I think writing is one way the soul yearns to express itself. There are so many different kinds of writers. My mom can write expressions of love that are beautiful. Mine always come out tacky and boring. My sister can write the things that she feels. I always struggle putting feelings into words. My son can write poems that combine words and images in a way that make you think long after you’ve finished reading it.
Then theirs me. I like to write stories. Most of the time they are heart wrenching stories of struggle. I love to write stories were their are heroes. Heroes over their own lives and circumstances. This brings great joy to me. It is the way my soul has learned to express itself.
I continue to be amazed at the talents God has given each of us. The women that drew the art for my book cover did an amazing job. It was such a miracle to me that I could describe an image in my mind and she could make it appear for all to see. Amazing. I am so grateful for the different talents we each have. It makes me smile. I love to see the art my son can draw, the dance moves one of my other sons creates. The poems that dance around in another sons head. The different views of the world that each of my children have. I am grateful to be alive to experience it all.
I have a weakness. When I see talents and gifts in others that are similar to my own I tend to value mine less. For example, when I was young my mother said I had a talent for drawing. She even signed me up for a drawing class. I loved it! Then one day in middle school I saw a girl drawing and immediatly recognized that her skills surpassed my own. I then concluded that I had been lied to and didn’t actually have a talent in drawing after all. The sad part to that story is I stopped drawing. Now 25 years later I truly have lost the talent.
Sadly I still struggle with this. The more people I meet that are writers the more I assume I’m not very good or think that I should quit because I wouldn’t be able to compete anyway.
Well I learned something this weekend. It doesn’t matter how many people share my talents or how many are better at it then me. What matters is I do my best to improve the talent given to me and share it with as many as are interested. Whether that is 0 or a thousand.
Most people in the world have legs and most people can walk. But I don’t value my legs less because so many people have the same ability. Rather I am grateful that I have that ability and strive to use them and keep them strong.
I plan on looking at things a little differently from here on out. I will celebrate the fact that so many are able to share their souls in writing. Go Writers!!
I didn’t write this week because I took a moment to enjoy the beauty that we rarely get here. We had four days of fun in the snow. Those are moments that just can’t be replaced. Plus any form of writing is still practice. So I’ve decided that my journal writing, letter writing, blog writing and any other form of writing should count for something.
Back to writing in my novel tomorrow.
Our Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
I first was given this as a quote from Nelson Mandela but have also seen Marianne Wiliamson as the author. As I am not completely sure who was the original author of it I put down both of their names. When I was first given this quote it spoke to my soul. This is what I do. I play the insignificant role so that others feel good. I feel self conscious and uncomfortable when I am the center of attention. So instead I let others think they are fixing me. This especially shows up when people talk to me about my writing. I will always be the first to point out it’s faults. I also try to downplay their compliments. Instead I need to let my light shine and strive for success rather then be afraid of it. How else will I grow?
I sat down today to reward myself for getting a lot of stuff done and finally have a few minutes to write. Two hours later I had to stop to go to an appointment and again asked myself why I didn’t do this more often. Why I always make it the last thing on my list to get done. Granted there are many priorities that do come before writing but I know it really isn’t as low on the list as I always place it.
I feel so good after I have sat down to create characters and experiences out of my own imagination. Yet I figure that if I can’t make money with my writing then somehow it isn’t worth doing. It is a constant battle with myself. Why would I tell myself that, when it is something I love to do regardless of whether or not I make any money doing it. I love to garden and I love to hike and read. Yet I make no money on any of those hobbies and I’m ok with it.
I think it’s because I feel that if I can’t make a lot of money doing it then somehow I’m not a good writer. If I’m not a good writer then why am I even doing it.
Because I love it!! And I won’t get better unless I continue to write. Sheesh. These arguments with myself can get old and there the same ones over and over again.