A FEW QUESTIONS AND THOUGHTS ON WRITING
Do all writers feel troubled by the merits of their
next project?
In life I have learned to not waste my time reaching
for that which is impossible to achieve. Having said that, why do I stretch so
far outside my self-imposed writing boundary. It makes me feel less
gratified with what I have accomplished and more focused on the stretch it
takes to achieve the seemingly unattainable?
I have always told my daughters that if you try hard
enough, pay attention to the magic of opportunity, act, plan, bob and weave,
you can have it all...you just can’t have it all at the same time. I lied.
I envy people who don’t dream. Not nighttime dreams
but the kind which changes the direction of your life, sends you on to greater
things, sets right your own personal universe.
They do not set themselves up for disappointment only satisfaction from
another day lived. Yes, I envy the simplicity of that.
The man I married is a sweetheart but not a dreamer;
he is a realist living day to day. Plodding along he is satisfied in the summer
when he finishes mowing the lawn and happy in the winter when he’s done plowing
the driveway. He’s like the dog, all he needs is a good meal, a place to sleep,
a place to do his business and a little nuzzling once in a while and he’s as happy
as pig in poop. Oh, a six pack helps too. Me, I’m not like that, I want it all.
I don’t care about stuff like a big house, nice car,
yadda, yadda, yadda, been there, done that, have that, am paying for that,
don’t want that any more...I just want peace of mind and a book deal.
What do you want?
The epitome of writing for me is the feel of my
book in my hand. I want to smell it and drink in the visual of the
cover. My Everest is that the industry
of writing acknowledges that the impact of my words, means something, has merit
and is enough of a lasting quality for them to say, “I do”, “we will”. Not
having that is what breaks my heart and leaves me alone in the dark.
Do you climb or do you mow at base camp?
Within minutes of posting this my husband walked in the back door and announced that his workday was done and he was going to mow the lawn. Yup, the simplicity of a life well lived.
ReplyDeleteHe mows, I'm looking to hire a Sherpa.
I get this. There are a few things in life that seem like both a blessing and a curse...dreams definitely one of those things. So I guess that makes me a climber.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back from vaca. and happy pitons to you.
DeleteWell, you already know the answer to that question for me.
ReplyDeleteDid you remember your oxygen tank, Ms. Carolynn?
Hahahaha, day to day I feel like I'm breathing from a helium filled balloon. Do I sound funny? Hell yeah.
DeleteI climb. And I'm doing a lot of running now too, which is a thing I never, ever dreamed about two years ago.
ReplyDeleteWell Paul, I guess the most important thing is to just keep moving...forward. Sometimes the significance of the effort, outweighs the destination.
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