I have been writing/creating for a very long time.
It started before kindergarten, when I would re-craft fairy tales into plays and put them on with my neighbourhood friends. Or I’d act out skits, or create dramatic interpretations of songs, and perform them in front of our living room curtains, which were 1970s lime green and yellow, and looked to me the entrance to a great stage.
In elementary school, I wrote several short pieces (one I recall was based on the Beatles song Penny Lane–this might be the one I lost at the beach) and by middle school I was writing short parody pieces, mashing up Indiana Jones films with Sherlock Holmes, which starred all my friends and Duran Duran.
Because I was the author, Simon LeBon got to be my boyfriend. (Fan fiction, before it was ever called Fan Fiction).
One of these pieces got immortalized in our middle school newspaper, which was run off on those late 80s photocopiers with the delicious smelling purple ink. I WAS SO PROUD!
In high-school, I tried to write a novel many times over. I remember scribbling ideas down during my English class and my English teacher kindly ignoring me: I assume he realized I was in the grip of creative writing fever, and shouldn’t be disturbed. After all, I was applying everything he’d taught me–to my rather silly rehash of a gothic mystery.
The other thing I liked to write was funny notes to my friends. I wish I’d kept these. Some of these were SO HILARIOUS!
In University, I wrote poems, short stories, and tried again at another novel. I’d fire up my computer at 10:00pm and write until after midnight–my absolutely favourite time of day.
Entering the work force, working various entry level office jobs, I continued to write on my lunch breaks. These were peak periods, where I’d eat some kind of food court take away, write long hand in a notebook on a park bench. An hour would blow by on a breeze.
Settling into my ‘real job’ as an educator, and then becoming a parent, I discovered the meaning of ‘Writing On The Run’–which I still do, to this day, though my kids are older and the technology has evolved.
Somehow I wrote three novels using this method!
Thinking of the tech evolution of my writing life, I’ve gone from typing on an electric typewriter in my parent’s basement, to chunky 90’s monitors with glowing green font, to sleek (but heavy) laptops, to sleeker laptops, to iPhone notes and to cloud storage, and all along, my trusty notebook/scrap paper/napkin as back up, should I prefer long hand.
I think it is important, every now and then, to reflect on our life as a writer. And to consider how it has sustained us, all of these years.
I used to worry that writing would leave me, but that hasn’t happened. It hasn’t happened at all.
Oh, sometimes it’s energy dips and doodles. The path is more spiral than straight forward. And sometimes I have gotten frustrated, say, at the slow pace, or the occasional blockage.
But its always been there, in my pocket, ever at the ready, my trusty side kick.
It’s an aspect of myself that I appreciate and am so grateful for.
Have you considered showing your writing life some love?
Even saying a little poem of gratitude, a sweet little Valentine, sent from inside the self to that other place inside the self, where ever it is that your writing heart resides.
(No one else needs to read this, if you want. It could be from YOU to YOU.)
My suggestion today is: GIVE YOUR WRITING LIFE SOME LOVE! Show some appreciation.
You could even give yourself a little gift: a new pen, some extra writing time, even time to daydream.
Dear Writers, how will you show your writing life you love it? You are also welcome to share your little poems of gratitude here, if you like.