Monday, February 13, 2012
Origins Blogfest AKA How the Madness Began
Good Morning! (Er...or afternoon. I'm a bit late today.)
Today, I'm participating in the Origins Blogfest hosted by these marvelous people: Alex J. Cavanaugh, D.L. Hammons, Katie Mills (Creepy Query Girl) and Matthew MacNish. Click on any of their links to find the list of links and wander to your heart's content. The blogfest is a chance for us to tell YOU how our dream of writing began.
How did my dream of writing begin? I was eighteen. I had been writing my whole life. Seriously. Stories for school, for fun, chronicles of every summer vacation since I knew crayons were for writing and not snacking. But it wasn't until I was eighteen, unable to sleep, staring at a blank sheet of paper on my desk that I first thought: I HAVE to do THIS! At that time, I was pursuing a career in music. No matter what I did, I couldn't make music fit. I can remember telling my dad, who supported my singing career whole-heartedly, that I wanted to sing and be famous so I could have enough money to do what I really wanted to do: write. Yes, folks, I wanted to win a Grammy so I could retire early and write. This response really got me thinking. If all I want to do is accomplish something so I can get out of it to do something else, why not skip all the middle steps and pursue the "something else" to begin with. Thus, my writing dreams were born.
I still love singing. I found where my voice belongs and hope to ease back into that field one day, you know, for kicks and skittles. But the dream of writing has been burning inside me for almost seventeen years. I've even tried to give it up. I can remember putting aside a book, telling it to sit tight, and turning away from writing to see if I really was committed to the work. My goal was to not write for one month. I lasted a week. And no, it wasn't just my serious lack of patience that was to blame!
That book I set aside? That was the book I started when I was eighteen. It is also - brace yourself - the same book I'm still working on. I've stopped and started, even finished it three times (rewriting and editing and rewriting and editing...) but only now am I able to see where all the pieces should fit and what needs to be chopped up and burned.
Is there a moral in all of this? I'm terribly anal about my stories. Well, yes, but that's not what I'm getting at. I am a writer. No matter what I do, I can not get away from it. I'm even finishing a degree in writing, for Thor's sake! I'm obsessed. I can't put a book away that has been on my chopping block for seventeen years. That right there is the sure sign of an obsession. No matter what I do, it's there, haunting me, hounding me, pushing me, not allowing me to quit no matter how badly I sometimes want to. I'm in this for the long haul and I'm excited to see what the next seventeen years have in store.
What about you? When did YOU first realize you had the sickness? When did it hit you that you HAD to write and nothing on earth or under it would tear you away from that occupation? Join in the Origins Blogfest and let us know!
Be bold, be fabulous and write ON!