I’m going to go out on a limb and say most writers always knew they wanted to write. Many of us have the story in our head – or a story in our head. We just need to figure out how to present it in a way that appeals to the masses. Of course, I’m oversimplifying the art of writing…a lot! This is not a profession for the faint of heart and more difficult than I originally thought. I sometimes wonder why I did it at all.
Then I remember two things. The first is a feeling; an overwhelming sense of joy after reading Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume. Although I was only nine years old, I related to Margaret and her insecurities and struggles in sixth grade. The characters came alive and I fell in love with the story! When Margaret’s tale came to an end, an overwhelming desire to create edged me to write a book of my own. I never finished the story, but years later I found the spiral notebook with my scraggly writing on my parent’s attic steps, the first attempts of a fledgling writer.
Next, I think of my children. I raised them to believe they can accomplish anything with perseverance and smart choices, and that life has peaks and valleys which provide invaluable opportunities for growth. Challenges are a necessary part of life; they build character and define who we are, who we become. As my children watched me write for days and months on end, I told them I would publish a book one day and that it wasn’t going to be easy…and I did it. Yet the bigger lesson is if they work at it, their goals are attainable too. I talk-the-talk, therefore, must walk-the-walk.
Writing can be a solitary, lonely road. After rounds of rewrites and rejection, the best of us need an anchor and a reason to go on. Next time you sit down to write, relax and take a nice deep breath. Then spend a moment to remember the moment, or the people, that make it all worthwhile.