What a day to write this first post. It’s Martin Luther King Day. It’s raining in the desert. The coffee is flowing. Unfortunately though, beyond my dust-spattered window, people around the globe are sending prayers, money and relief teams to those struggling in Haiti. The inescapable multi-dimensions of life.
Kind of like writing. It’s multi-dimensional. As such, it comes embedded with a range of emotions, a colorful spectrum anchored on one end by:
Love: I love writing. I love what I wrote. It inspires me and it will inspire others. I have found a glorious career/hobby/romantic affair. I love my life.
…and on the other end by:
Hate: I hate writing. What I wrote SUCKS. Delete and destroy. I want to be a painter, a musician, a candlestick maker – anything but a lousy writer.
In between, you’ll find shades of every feeling on the palette of human emotions, all available for your experiential pleasure.
Then, there are the dimensions of the writing life, which of course extend beyond the physical act of writing and embrace the business of writing. Those include query letters and agent searches; deciding whether to publish POD or keep querying; upping the caffeine intake to meet a publisher’s sudden deadlines; then deciding how much time and money to invest in marketing while figuring out how to keep WRITING simultaneously, because when you dig through all the rubble atop the writing desk, what are you? At the bottom of it all, honey, you’re a writer.
Being the writer you are, it’s imperative to have a dream. You have a dream. I have a dream. The trick is to push through all the emotional debris, the flotsam of to-do lists, and transform our dreams into reality. With persistence, it’s possible. The people who’ve come before us, the great and the small, have proven it to be true.
Dream on.
Write on.
