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:
How Writing Has Positively Influenced My Life
I did not win, but as long as I continue to write, to grow into my destiny as a writer, I am winning.
13 thoughts on “Why Oh Why, #FTSF”
Good luck with the writing!
Thank you very much.
I’m so sorry about your terrible event, each person’s death touches us. I’m so pleased about your other event. Hopefully you’ll feel less insecure about your writing now.
xxx Massive Weekend Hugs xxx
Every time I attend a funeral visitation I feel more of an urgency to make an impact with my writing. Hopefully I can grow in that. Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
Sorry for your loss, Kerry. Write on, though, we must.
You are totally right. We must. I must. Thank you.
I’m so sorry about your loss.
And congrats on your writing mentor!
I think writing lets me spin out all my weird thoughts, time and time again. Since I started writing, which wasn’t long after my father suddenly passed away, it’s helped me to deal with strong emotions. Good and bad and all around!
Oh thank you. Sorry for your loss as well.
Good and bad. We must take one with the other, but writing helps in a big way. Thanks for reading and commenting here.
I’m so very sorry to read about your loss. Death is so hard to accept and it’s too easy to feel worried and that writing is pointless. But it’s not you know? Our words will live longer than we will, and those who love us can remember us with them. Congratulations on getting a writing mentor – I didn’t even know people did that! That’s cool!! I’m really glad that you write and that you joined. xo
Thank you Kristi.
I didn’t know about writing mentors and what they did until a year or two ago probably, but I’m glad I found her.
I’m so sorry you’ve had a death in your world, Kerry. Love and prayers to you, always.
I quite love this – I’ve been told I am good at it, by myself on good days… How true is that? Writers struggle with confidence, doubt their talents. Seems par for the course. But every now and then we can find that moment where we believe in our own words and can tell ourselves yes, it’s good. I absolutely love how you expressed that. Beautiful.
Thank you Lisa.
Absolutely. Love that moment. Wish they happened more often, but I’ll take them, gladly and gratefully, when they show up.
Pingback: Thunderbolts and Firewires: The Year That Was 2016, #Farewell2016 #Writing #Podcast | Her Headache