It’s October. The month of howling things and stuff that goes bump in the night. I’m stage managing a play called “Sleepy Hollow.” I live in the Halloween Capitol of the World, right here in downtown Anoka, MN. The skies have been ashen grey for several days and we’re not about to see the sun for a while. Going from the high 70s with tropical dew points on Monday, and quickly plunging to the 50s and lower is enough to shock anyone’s constitution. It’s time to heat up the apple cider and hit the worn off keys of my computer’s keyboard. Writing is a journey and a cold, dreary, dank and depressing day can be turned around instantly when you get in the groove.
There’s been little time to work on my novel, “Until Our Dying Day,” which I believe is done. The next step is getting a publisher or publishing it myself. The self publishing scene costs money, and thus I’m working to save enough to do so if the alternative doesn’t happen.
There are times in this journey, when life gets in the way, but reality is the fodder for writing, isn’t it? Each experience we struggle and plod through, gives us more to write about. It’s like adding another tool to the tool box. There are days when I wonder why I am pursuing it. I wonder if it’s ego or the need for self expression. Why do writers write? I guess it’s because we must.
My husband paints every day. It’s not only to try new techniques or repair some old ones, but it keeps him on top of his game. A body builder exercises every day to keep his body in shape and strong. A dancer stretches muscles, twists and turns and dances on a regular basis, in order to maintain her craft. A musician must practice his instrument often to get the proper sound. A financial planner must keep up with market trends and investments to bring a profit to his customers. To be good at something, it takes practice.
My book will be published some day. Still it sits, untouched now for a month. I feel somewhat guilty for staying away from it. It’s almost like an unborn child waiting for its entrance into the world. You know it’s safe within you, but you still want to see what’s next. How will people react? Will they enjoy the humor and tear up at the soft spots? Will my description of the characters say enough about them? The fears are endless, but at some point we must let go and let it soar on its own merits.
I write a blog daily. I try to conceive some new poetry to accompany my husband’s beautiful and inspiring art work. I stay involved in the theatre community, which energizes me. I’ve learned to step away from all of it when necessary. Words are sometimes hard to find, but I’ve never experienced all out writer’s block. Maybe that’s the answer for all of us. Even if our words aren’t classically crafted or they don’t make sense, getting something down on paper is critical. We may just be going through the motions of writing, but we may be creating something amazing.
Isn’t that true in all that we set out to do? Practice, experiment, put words on paper and strive to come up with something that will touch another’s heart.
I write, because I must!