And ('cause that's not enough)
I want to write. Write a story. Stories.
I want to write.
I want to be a writer.
So I've been working on that for 2 years.
I blog (because apparently that's what aspiring writers do) and
I author a weekly series in my local paper.
I AM writing.
I guess you could say I am a WRITER. (Thank you Jeff Goins. Seriously, thank you!)
Here's the thing .... sure I blog and I got my parenting advice column going on but ... I want to tell my story. I think about it all the time. I think about how I would tell it. I imagine releasing it and sharing it with the world.
And then fear grips my heart.
I believe if I write my story, my truth, it could be painful for loved ones to read.
So I don't do it.
I don't tell the story.
I don't write it out.
I won't speak of it.
Which means my kids may grow up never knowing their history. They'll never hear about the great betrayal or bear witness to my solitary transformative moment.
I checked in on Twitter today for a brief moment between tasks at school. I saw Anne Lamott was doing a Twitter Chat sponsored by Penguin Publishers. By the way you should know ... I love Anne Lamott. I loved Bird by Bird (it was one of the first books I read as I embarked on my soyouwannabeawriter journey). I asked her in 140 characters if writing a story was worth it if it could potentially hurt those I love.
Essentially I wanted to know the answer to the question that burns at my soul.... is my story worth it?
Is my story worth it?
All I know is that is exactly what I wanted/needed to hear.
Anne Lamott, thank you.
In honor of Mother's Day you should read her essay from Some Assembly Required. It's worth it - go ahead... click over!
Q. What did you do writer friend? Did you write about "it" and did your family support you? Turn away from you? How did you deal with the fallout?
In a world where there are a million blogs and not enough time to read them I thank you for visiting mine!