Saturday, June 11, 2011

Leaps of Faith

In the shadow of a calling I found myself . . . 
                                                  Taking giant leaps of faith.
Musical Moment
        ~ “78% H2O” Ani Difranco
I have taken a leap of faith and have begun writing for an online magazine called Blogcritics.  I plan on keeping with my websites theme of working my way to a being *paid* published writer with sprinkles of book reviews and “just because” commentary.  It’s a scary endeavor but one I am excited to be jumping into.  
I am republishing the first article I wrote and also including the link to my Author Page on Blogcritics.  I hope you enjoy it and keep checking back here and there frequently for new musings from my meandering mind.
                ~    In Search of . . . a Publishing Contract and A Future as A Writer    ~
I am maneuvering my way to becoming a published writer.  Let me amend that: A paid, published writer.  No, I don’t have a publishing contract or a literary agent, but I do have a self-imposed commitment to get it done.  By tears, shedding of my blood, or losing my fingernails from typing too much, I will be a paid published writer.
I have been writing or dreaming about being a published, working author for most of my life but, as you know, life sometimes has an agenda of its own.  While my wishes were to write every day and seek publication, my needs to eat, have a roof, buy shoes and, of course pay bills, were more pressing.  Okay, the shoes weren’t so pressing, but damn it I love shoes. 
I began writing as a preteen.  Writing was an outlet for me to manifest my unreturned love of Duran Duran’s Simon LeBon. I didn’t get serious about my desire to write until I entered college and had an English professor who not only taught his students to become proficient in the craft of writing and critical thinking, but who asked us to write creatively.   
My first story was pulled out of the air in hour, or as short a time as my nineteen year old self could spare.  I wrote a weird moody, time-traveling suspense-like short story.  My professor liked it.  A lot.  He proclaimed it the best story written in the class.  Something from that validation awoke in me the desire to focus on writing stories and books. I even, in a misguided attempt at pushing myself, tried my hand at writing poetry.  I learned rather quickly that I suck at poetry.  What seems like an easy splash of words put together in short passages is a torturous activity best left to brilliant people. That’s right, I’m saying I’m not that brilliant.
When I focus, I can write the hell out of fiction.  That is where I am brilliant, that is where I excel, that . . . 
 . . .may not be true, because people have either not read my work or, after sending numerous query letters to agents and publishing houses, I have been rejected and thrown into an ugly abyss of doubt.  An abyss so deep and dark that I got lost to the writer in me, and that is when life decided to kick my proverbial tush.  
It was time to work on living my life. It was time to move to many different states. It was time to get married and it was time to work at my career.  I walked off the path of dedicating my free time to writing and I worked in my not-so-free time. I didn’t have a second job, what I had was a single job in a constantly changing industry that consumed my life and began to consume me.  
I worked and I read because I needed balance and balance for me was the mind-candy of books.  I read many, many, many books by people who also had a dream to become published writers.  As I watched authors who I was a fan of become more established and successful, I discovered new writers who went on to become established and successful while I wished and hoped and dreamed to have the time and the fearless to become a writer.  What I came to realize is that there comes a moment in a person’s life, when you have to ask yourself, 
“Self, is this really who you are?” and “Is this really how you want to live?”
Many times, we ignore the questions because these are hard questions to answer.  Most of us have no idea what we really want to do with our lives or we know what we want to do but are too afraid of taking a chance and failing or we are afraid of what our family and friends will say.  Peer and family pressure are immense hits to the psyche. Many people would say they don’t care what people think, but I believe that the percentage of people this statement is absolutely true for is very small.  
Every human has fears.  One of the biggest fear is failure and from that, looking foolish.  These two road blocks to accomplishment are the evil mosquitos that won’t leave us alone, nor can we kill them.  They want to suck our blood and take away the essence that makes us uniquely ourselves, but we can work our way through to the other side and this blog is my testament to doing just that.
A few months ago, I took a personal stand to throw myself out into the world by creating a website and writing a blog. I have declared war on my mosquitos also known as my inner critic who I not-so-affectionately call Vlad.  This website and my daily dose of humility in front of my work-in-progress children’s book is my way of answering the questions above.
Who am I really? I am a writer. I am a storyteller.  I am an adventure seeker and I have things to say. 

How do I really want to live? I want to be free in what ever way that freedom manifests itself through my words and my actions without fear holding me back.  
Fools are geniuses who simply don’t care and I want to be a fool.
This blog will not only be about my journey to becoming the writer of my dreams.  This blog will be a conversation.  Our own story of how we change our lives, but because I require a lot of mental stimulation and, heck, sometimes I’m just not that interesting, I will write about books I am reading, music that stops me in my tracks, adventures I am seeking and anything else that grabs my fancy.  
I hope you hop aboard this flight of writerly delight and join me on the journey of this twisted, bumpy path I have chosen to walk.  Wear comfortable shoes and strap yourself in.  Let’s have a conversation and work our way to the other side of foolishness.
Article first published as'>In Search of . . . a Publishing Contract and A Future as A Writer on Blogcritics.

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