Blog Post
Over the last couple of weeks, I have really struggled with
what to write about. I want this blog to be fun, fresh, and not some political
grand stand. The only problem is that the last few things that I’ve given
serious consideration to writing about have been politically motivated so I
have pushed them aside. I am, by nature, a very opinionated person. Just ask my
Momma or anyone who knows me well enough to love me or hate me. Typically my
opinions tend to do one of two things; either get people talking to work out a
solution to whatever it is that I am opinionated about, or it tends to make
people angry and causes lots of drama and I don’t do drama. I’ve also always enjoyed talking. My Momma can
attest to this too, as she got many more than one note sent home when I was in
school stating: “Laura is a good student but she talks too much.” But since
this blog isn’t actually talking, it’s typing, and it’s a totally one sided
conversation, for once in my lifetime, I’ve been at a loss for words. I know
that’s very hard to believe.
Today I am home, looking out at the snow flying, and trying
to channel my creative juices and get them flowing again. So far today, it’s
going fairly well. I’ve just submitted a query to a literary agency for
Stephanie and me for one of our projects. We have had two rejections so far;
well one official rejection and one no reply rejection, but I understand that
even some of the best writers get many rejections before they actually get an
agent, much less a contract. I’m trying very hard to stay positive and hopeful
on this! One of my favorite parts of a movie – yes, I’m a movie creeper, and
this is thoroughly paraphrased – is in Sister
Act 2 when Whoopi Goldberg’s character is talking to the young girl that
just quit the choir. She gives the girl a book by Rainer Maria Rilke – Letters to a Young Poet. She tells the
girl that this young writer keeps writing to Rilke asking that Rilke read his work
and tell him if he is a writer or not. Rilke responds to the writer and tells
the him that he cannot tell him whether he is a writer or not, but that if the
last thing he thinks about before he goes to bed at night and the first thing
that he thinks about when he wakes up in the morning is writing, then he’s a
writer. Of course Whoopi’s character relates this to singing to the girl she’s
talking to, but this scene has stuck with me for many years. I do believe that
I am a writer.
You may ask me, Laura, why even bother with it if this is
such a struggle? I’ve found in actually doing the writing and trying to make my
imagination come to life on paper is actually very fulfilling. It’s fun and exciting
to try to create a world that no one else knows about. It’s exciting to create
new people that actually become a part of me. Sometimes I struggle with getting
the wording right or being able to put what is in my head into written words,
but the struggle is sometimes the best challenge of the whole process. Days like
today when ideas and thoughts flow from my fingers through a pen or through the
keyboard are days that I feel like I’ve really accomplished something.
So while some posts on this blog will be opinionated, some
may chronicle some great event that happened in my life, and others may just be
totally random, I have thoroughly enjoyed the creation of each and every one. I’m
also learning with them. I’m growing as a writer and finding parts of myself
that I didn’t know existed. Hope you’re enjoying and if you have comments or
questions, I’d love to hear them!!
All my best!
LS
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