Nothing excites me as much as writing. When I was a young child, I’d lie on my bed and dream up poems relevant to what was going on in my life at the time. Sometimes my writing was happy, and other times, it was incredibly sad. If my dog died, the poetry echoed the despair I felt, and as I became older, it was more about friendships – and then, first love, happiness and heartbreak.
It’s still that way today. Whatever is going on is what motivates me.
Isn’t it like that for all writers? Our writing reflects our moods. And that’s not a bad thing. Perhaps it’s a way to avoid a lot of problems. It’s a well-known fact that artistic people are more emotional than others. So, instead of allowing our emotions to turn inward causing ulcers, high blood pressure and other health issues, we pour them into our stories and poems for others to enjoy. Or not.
At any rate, we get rid of them. If we’re lucky, we manage to put something worthwhile on paper. And if we’re very fortunate, others will get some benefit from what we write. I’ve been told many times that my writings “made someone’s day,” or “made him laugh – changing the direction of his day.”
At any rate, we get rid of them. If we’re lucky, we manage to put something worthwhile on paper. And if we’re very fortunate, others will get some benefit from what we write. I’ve been told many times that my writings “made someone’s day,” or “made him laugh – changing the direction of his day.”
When I'm tempted to give up because my book isn’t selling well, or when I get a rejection from an editor of a magazine, I think about those dear people who actually feel something when they read my words!
And I go back to my computer.
Hey Peg,nice blog site. Your not giving up on Ponderings are you?
ReplyDeleteNo, I'll be writing on Ponderings, as always, Charlie.
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