Two Great Things About Writing
Before I became a writer I wanted answers to a life I had not yet lived. I engaged in a constant battle with myself. Physically, I lived in the present, traveling across the country in my twenty-four foot Winnebago motorhome with my cat, Sportster. As the day rolled on by my windshield, my mind reached down the road, around the bend and into the next hour, day or year, wanting to know about my future, my next adventure. How many times did I miss the awe of the picture-perfect scenes scrolling past? I didn’t cherish the softness of the pine scented breeze, brushing my face, which drifted into the open window. No, I let it all pass me by. I wanted to know what was down the road. I wanted answers to a life I had not lived.
Today I am an author. I write novels. My mind creates
stories from the places, the people and adventures I have experienced on the
road. I don’t wait for what is around the next curve. I create my own answers to all those “what
if…” questions as I cruise along a thousand, forgotten country roads. Feeling
the warm hue of fluttering, falling leaves, or filling up my heart with the
promises from the green sprouts of spring, I lean back in the driver’s seat. The
steady hum of the tires sing their freedom song and glide along the ribbon of
asphalt.
I shout, “OK Google,
take a note.”
I don’t need answers to the life I haven’t lived.
I am an author, I can make up my own answers.
Before I became an author, I suffered many failures. Two
marriages, many relationships, and worst of all, I failed as a mother. And when
I really examine my past, my role as a daughter was dismal, too. The disappointments
and heartaches I suffered would have driven many into depression and even suicide. I
admit, I waded in those dark pools. During those dark days of desperation, I
shared the miserable details of my existence with a friend.
My wise mentor responded. “That is good, “she said. “Now you
will be able to tell someone else who is going through what you are now that
you have been there. And you will tell
them how you survived.” Your failures will be their hope.”I didn’t take the dive into the deep pool of eternity. Do you know why? The fear of failure. What if I failed the suicide attempt? To me, that failure would be the ultimate failure, so instead, I pressed on.
So what is the second great thing about being an author?
As an author, I enjoy the success of those failures. In simplest terms, I can incorporate my tragedies into my books. The experiences of those dark days and the process of trudging through them have miraculously evolved into the success I enjoy today. They are threaded into my stories and have changed people’s lives.
As an author, I enjoy the success of those failures. In simplest terms, I can incorporate my tragedies into my books. The experiences of those dark days and the process of trudging through them have miraculously evolved into the success I enjoy today. They are threaded into my stories and have changed people’s lives.
For me, the future has been a scary, unknown place, and yet
in contrast, transformed into an exciting and rewarding world beyond my
imagination.
Contrast, tragedy, and overcoming great odds. Makes for a
great story, a page turner, a BEST SELLER!!
Enjoy the success of your failures.
It’s great to be a
writer!!
Wonderful post, Judy! "Answers to a life I had not yet lived." Wow. What great insights! Keep on sharing with your readers the lessons you've learned along the way!
ReplyDeleteJudy - Thanks for sharing. Life is always learning and I learn something new every day. I am grateful...and plan to live my life to its fullest...You are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteJudy, your writing gives me courage to try knew endeavors, esp writing. Time passes so quickly. In between all the requirements as a retiree running a household and volunteering, the subject of my book requires research and discipline. I have not moved writing to the top of my priority list yet. Thank you, Judy, for your inspiring words that speak to my soul about writing.
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