"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
I always knew I wanted to write. I remember writing my first story about a pencil that could take you to a magical land. It was one and a half pages long written in big, careful grade one printing. When I was in Grade Seven my favourite part of the day was writing in my journal. Oh the possibilities! I would write a story about my weekend or a poem about my twelve year old life. Every morning I would look forward to reading the comment from my teacher. One morning I opened that journal and read the most inspirational comment I have ever received. It said, simply, “send me your first book.” I continued to write poems and short stories throughout high school. In my early twenties I took a lot of creative writing classes finally ending up in journalism school.
When I had my children writing took a back seat for a while, replaced by the important task of raising newborns. During those years I read a lot of great books while immersed in child rearing. Now my children are getting older and I'm starting to have a little extra time here and there. I felt the need to write again just before the summer when I started this blog. I love having a creative outlet. I love sitting down at my computer and wondering what will end up on the page that day.
Today I start on another journey that involves my creative aspirations. I am taking a twelve week writing class with a well known author. By the end of the class I should (will!) have a good start to my book. I am excited but also a little scared. Christmas preparations are looming. School activities don’t stop. Winter colds are sure to invade our household at some point.
The step I’ve taken is out of my comfort zone but it’s time.
“I write because I write - as anyone in the arts does. You’re a painter because you feel you have no choice but to paint. You’re a writer because this is what you do.”
What are you doing this month that is out of your comfort zone?