So it was nine years ago that I started this little old thing called a blog/website as a way to share my writing with others.
Looking back, I see I jumped through many hoops of moments of fear. Many blog posts later, two children’s books, one memoir, and a how to book for authors published, I’m still enjoying the ride.
I feel incredibly blessed for this journey and look so forward to what is in front of me now and what still lies ahead.
I meant to share this photo of my writing cottage earlier in the week, but the week has sort of gotten away from me. It’s been a half work, have play week — and when I’ve been working, I’ve really been hunkering down trying to tie up loose ends.
We got about 11 inches of snow Monday afternoon into Tuesday morning– our official first big snowstorm of the season and we really had no snow before this, which was so unusual for us.
So though we didn’t have a white Christmas, we are having a white New Year’s Eve with temps dipping into the teens tonight.
My writing cottage, “she shed,” is snug as a bug with a petite gas stove that keeps me and little Gidget warm while I write and work on putting touches on two workshops I’ll be offering early in 2016. Gidget meanwhile is snoring up a storm again.
But soon I shall head back inside to my house, put my dachshund jammies on, pop a bottle of champagne, play a couple rounds of Yahtzee with John, snuggle with the dogs, and boil some crab legs for dinner.
And yup, will be in bed way before midnight rolls around.
Looking so forward to the New Year and continuing my writing in my sweet little cottage and working on new projects.
Some of my writing companions when home in my Zen writing cottage
I had time to kill between an early morning meeting Tuesday at a coffeehouse before my scheduled talk with a book club two and half hours later at the same place.
Taking advantage of getting some writing done away from home I settled into a spot with my laptop on a small table and looking out over the river. The winds were howling and leaves danced outside the large glass windows as I held a hot cup of orange blossom tea to warm my hands and insides.
As much as I wanted to work on my book, Wisdom Found in the Pause, I found myself procrastinating. It was also my 31st wedding anniversary and I was feeling the pull to write a blog post about it – a thought having just flickered across my mind.
I honored my impulse and after sharing my post on Facebook, I got caught up in what else was happening in the world according to Facebook.
A few moments later I looked up to see a gentleman I know coming down the stairs from the loft that is part of the quaint coffeehouse.
I waved and he walked over. We chatted a few moments about life in general and he asked me if John was busy with his construction business. He then asked me if I was working on a new book. I told him, that yes, I am.
While I don’t know him all that well, the few times I’ve had the pleasure of talking with him, he is one of those people who really listens when someone talks. I’ve just always sensed that in him and it’s such a gift.
I shared with him how it is two years this month since I began, taking me longer to finish than my other books have.
He said, “Well, I imagine, writing the way you do, sharing your feelings and thoughts which are so personal, it can’t always be easy and takes time to work through.”
I swear he was reading my mind as this has been how I’ve felt writing this book, even more so than my first memoir.
He offered the advice that he felt this was likely part of the process as a way in which I worked – getting comfortable in writing what I have and getting ready to feel comfortable in releasing it for others to read.
He was spot on. As I’ve written recently here I’m understanding more about my own process and getting comfortable in what is right for me – not necessarily how others may write or publish – but how it fits for me.
I also often revisit why I write. While yes, I never want to lose money publishing, and of course, as most people who write a book would like to make a little money from sales, I write because it is how I process things.
If what I write can help another person, well, that is what makes my work most fulfilling and rewarding. When this occurs, it lights me up inside to keep on going.
After we said our goodbyes and he walked away, I found I could hardly wait to open the folder on my laptop that contains my manuscript.
I realized then that he was a messenger sent to encourage me. And in doing so my procrastinator had no choice but to get up and move on.
His words of wisdom soothed this writers heart and were just what I needed to get my fingers flying across the keyboard once again.
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Writing and publishing can oftentimes feel vulnerable, which I see now as part of the process — and part of life no matter what. I’m honored to share a piece I wrote called “Vulnerability: A Gift to be Embraced” published on this month on a wonderful site, Rumblstrips.
