My boys find it difficult to believe I can remember the day I took the high school ACT test. (After all, they think I visited El Paso, Texas, in the “horse and buggy days”). I remember well the results of that test. My English instructor told me I had a novel in my future. I laughed it off and tucked it away for years. The yearning to write a novel was real but would also be suppressed.
After college, I married, and children came along. (Visiting the “horse and buggy city” took up hours of my days. And yes, it took time to harness a horse and get the buggy ready, and then the time to travel was tremendous). After they graduated from high school, I had to find another job to help keep them in college. There was always an excuse to not write, and I kept tucking the desire away.
Several years before my husband and I decided to retire, my morning devotion took me to Ezekiel. In Ezekiel 12:23, I read, “The days draw near as well as the fulfillment of every vision.” This was like a slap in the face. This was like someone poured ice water over my head. This was like lightning struck. I was talking about retirement, and I had yet to have a single article or story published.
I did have some poetry success, but I wanted to write, to really write. Time was running out on me. I had to stop making excuses and get busy.
“There’s a writing workshop in Hobbs next weekend,” My husband said to me one February, dreary day.
“Yes, I think you should go and check it out.”
The workshop was imitating, but I decided to try the steps they recommended. I made a writing schedule and wrote the same amount of time each day in the same chair. I started keeping a journal, and this was therapy for me. I enrolled in a correspondence class. During lesson seven, my husband suffered a stroke and once more, my writing took a backseat. But as we went through months of physical therapy, I stole moments to write about his progress. Together we learned about strokes and their consequences. I write about his and his recovery in hopes it will help some other family who has a stroke in their past.
I never finished my correspondence class, but two of my articles won “honorable mentions” at Bylines Magazine. The things I write about now are not the things I would have written about in earlier days. I will never get rich from writing, but it is the most fulfilling craft I’ve ever tried. When I start a piece of work and then finish it, there is a feeling of accomplishment I can’t explain. It lends me a satisfaction only known to other writers. It is contentment after anticipation of turning blank pages filled from margin to margin. If I help one person, it is worth all the time and effort of research and preparation. It is the most fulfilling craft I’ve ever tried.
The workshop leader told us, “You are not a writer unless you have two inches of rejections.” I want you to know, I am a very good writer.
Now, we are facing kidney dialysis. There are new articles ahead and I’ve done a bit of research on the “horse and buggy day’s city.”
used KJV Bible
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