I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS and LIGHT-BULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.



Monday, June 26, 2017


This is dawn of a new day, not sunset of an old one.

This story comes in two parts.

Part one:

I love sayings because I’m a cliché kind of person. Aren’t sayings and clichés sort of the same thing? Anyway, I particularly like one of the old ones, fish or cut bait, or my personal profane favorite, shit or get off the pot. At this stage in my life, I think, (tattooed right next to AARP on my ass should be), if not now, when.

Finally, this week, after all the edits and angst,

HEAD-SLAPS, SPEED-BUMPS AND LIGHTBULBS, one woman’s WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life ……. is off to a professional copy editor. (Like reconnaissance, the check went first.)

Once this puppy shines, my plan is to query agents for six months, and if no one wants to pedal a huge chunk of my life, I will get it out there on my own, with a sandwich board and free lollypops.

I am under no illusions. Finding readers, who will put down their hard earned doubloons to read a memoir about non-famous me, will be a challenge. So, during my darkest moments of doubt, I tell myself that the new editor of my column says I have fans.  Like I have often spouted, I’m not a big fish in a little pond, I am a minnow in a mud puddle, and that’s okay. So I’m not totally un-famous, just somewhat known, kinda, sorta, maybe.

My op-eds, articles and columns total in the hundreds, in newspapers, magazines, and on line.  Fifty-nine, plus the force and fallout of each one, are in this book. If all those pros over the years thought enough of my work to publish and pay, than maybe, just maybe I’m onto something. Can you tell I’m still trying to convince myself?

Yet, even after pumping up my writer’s ego, I am making a change.

Part two:

Though I am told I have fans, big news, two more pieces this summer and I am retiring my column, ENOUGH SAID. It has been a great five year run starting in The Shoreline Times and ending in The Day’s 8 ‘Times’ papers. I want to go from a 600 word-limit to book length. Now I will have the time to do it.

Part Three: Oh, here’s another one.

Then, Holy-moly, in August I’m retiring from my 9 to 5. I’ll still be working part-time, (I mean really, how clean does this matron’s house have to be?) That I will be able to write while still in my PJs, rather than just before I have to dash out the door to go to work, is, if not every writer’s dream, than at least this word-monger’s vision of a writer’s life.

Part 4:  Yup another part, the really important one.

I have two grandchildren and a third due in a few weeks. Because of my age and because they are all so little it is highly unlikely I will be around to enjoy their young adulthood. That thought plays on my mind as time ticks on. For them, that I existed, that I wrote about my love for their mothers and that I adore them - I want them to know all of it.  I want them to have a record of what I have said regarding a myriad of every day, serious, controversial and heartbreaking subjects. My words have value, they matter to me and to the people who have communicated with me that something I wrote meant something to them as well.  I hope someday a little part of what I have written will be of interest to my grand-kids too. Or maybe they’ll get a laugh out it.  

That I have stimulated minds and discussions, moved hearts and brought about joy and laughter, is my (bound and on a shelf) monument to being a person with a purpose on this planet. My words are my legacy, from me to them, and to everyone who has read my stuff all the way through to the end.

The End

Not yet.

 

6 comments:

  1. It doesn't seem to cover everything that needs to be said, but Congratulations, 2Ns. Congrats on "the end" of your book, congrats on taking the next big step (and I am sure we will see it on shelves - I'll certainly hand over doubloons), congrats on your semi-retirement. Your life's path certainly has a big bend coming up, but I'm sure there will be wonderful things around the corner.

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    1. I am so excited. This is one of those before and after times, like before and after marriage, before and after kids, before and after rat race.
      I'm hoping this book will make the brick and mortar shelves and digital screens.
      Thanks for stopping by.
      Hey AJ you're my first customer. Free lollypops for you.

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  2. Well, dang. You have been busy sweeping up all the chaos in your life, and now, you've worked hard for decades 2N's. Time to sit back and do what you love - spend time with those grandbabies (congrats on the new one!) and WRITE.

    Here's to many, many more sunny sunrises, and sunsets, pen in hand, and your published book on a shelf.

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    1. Ya know Donna, I keep asking myself, how the hell did I get this lucky? I keep waiting for the shoe to fall. What's that all about anyway? Maybe it's a skewed kind of good and bad, ying and yang thing.

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  3. YAY! Great news, Carolynn! You are a BRILLIANT writer, and I love your sense of humor. I'm so delighted you'll have more time to write, and I celebrate your progress with you. My fingers are always crossed for you. I can't wait to buy your book, my dear friend! :))) Happy Independence Day!

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    1. Thanks Lilac. I am very excited. No excuses now, gotta do it.

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