Two things happened this week worth mentioning here, now: a friend of the family passed away from a long-fought cancer battle and I secured myself a writing mentor.
You may wonder what those two events have to do with one another. Well, one is terrible and the other is exciting, but they are both big things to have happened.
They both give me pause, when thinking about my writing, why I write.
At the heart of life, the topics I write about: birth, love, death.
When someone passes away I am left whirling, in my own head, and writing helps me make sense of the nonsensical of life. Death is going to happen to us all. We can’t say when. We don’t normally have the ability to decide how it will end. I know I am a very small person, in a big big world, and I need a way to put the things that I don’t quite understand into some kind of perspective.
We won’t be around forever. I won’t. Life will pass me by, like that!
Sometimes, I wonder about my writing. I wonder about it and question it, like many writers, and I try to figure out why I continue to write, what makes me do it, again and again and again.
I write because it helps me figure life out. I write because I can, because I’ve been told I am good at it, by myself on good days, by other people, when I need to hear it, at just the right moment.
I didn’t see it coming. I’d wished for it for a while, but how did one go about acquiring a writing mentor anyway?
Sure, there were writers I admired, but I didn’t know how to approach them, to ask them if they would teach me or guide me or help me. I couldn’t decide how to make my request known, and so I continued to write.
This week, all the stars must have aligned.
On those bad days, I doubt my writing and the point of it all. I know writers do this all the time. I was not alone in this. I may ask it, in those darker moments when I feel like we’re all doomed to die and what’s the point of so much of what we do in the meantime, but then I get on with it and I don’t doubt it anymore.
I don’t know where it will lead me, but maybe it’s time I started to figure all that out too, to find a direction and take the steps necessary to do something with my writing.
Thanks, Kristi, for another excellent
writing prompt. I am figuring things out right now and FTSF always helps.
Finally, I am including my entry for a writing contest from last June:
I did not win, but as long as I continue to write, to grow into my destiny as a writer, I am winning.