Today I am writing over with Lisa-Jo Baker, author of Surprised by Motherhood.
Today’s Word: WRITER
I have no idea how to start this.
That’s irony. Love it when irony comes and whacks me upside the head.
Maybe I should get a graphic. Is there a graphic I can use?
Oh Google, you complete me.
No, NO graphics! Focus. You’re supposed to write, no editing, straight five minutes.
Just WRITE. Don’t THINK.
I used to tell my students that. Now I know how they feel.
I wonder if anyone will find this at all interesting.
Or funny. I gotta be funny. Some days that’s harder than I thought it would be.
Feeling stalled – have too many irons in the fire.
That’s a cliche. Not supposed to do those.
Why can’t I come up with anything terrific? Viral?
Why did I wait until after lunch to attempt this?
Why did I wait until I was 43 to start thinking, “I want to write. Really WRITE. Like, for real. All the time.”
Why did I wait so long for all this? By the time I get a book deal, I’ll be so old I won’t even be able to read it.
Unless it’s in large print. I could make sure they make one in large print.
I used to tell my students, just keep that pencil moving. Doodle if you have to.
I think my version of that now is checking facebook. Pshh. Bad writer!
I wake up with ideas in my head, things I want to say.
Things I have to say.
Why in the world did I wait until I had two toddlers to attempt to SAY so much?
In my twenties, I collected ideas too. And wrote self-indulgent love sick poetry.
And never sent out a query or submitted anything. Ever. Too scared.
Now I submit all the time. Rejections come flowing back in streams.
Occasionally, the nugget of gold: a “Yes” we like your stuff.
Still scared. But sending out the words.
And submitting to: the late hours, the distracted mind, the rejection, the waiting, the ego trip, the ego smush, God’s timing. Fear.
I have to. I don’t have a choice anymore.