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Welcome, I am participating in the ‘Writing Contest: You Are A Writer’ held by Positive Writer.”
Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere ~Anne Lamott
I’m not entirely sure anyone ever just wakes up, has this epic epiphany or even comes to a revelation of cataclysmic proportion informing them that they are a writer. As I said, I’m not entirely so sure it works that way. If I am wrong, please educate me. She smiles.
“I’m a writer?” Question, question mark.
“I am a writer!” Declaration, exclamation mark.
Is that how it works?
Does it go this way- Realize, yell at the top of our lungs this exciting bit of realization while at the same time puffing out our chest, forming a grin on our mouth, and giving the heart beneath our ribcage some serious exercise as we nervously wait for the ears around us to consume such a declaration.
Vile now slowly works up to the throat and then…
Swallow. For goodness sakes man (woman), swallow, before you hurt yourself! Ok now, let’s begin again, shall we? A much simpler, gentler and easier manner, yes?
Reality- yes we writers can live in such a place- check.
My realization did not come at such… well…at such a level. Mine came in a slow, subtle, drip of exposure sort of manner. Imagine a VHS (no, I am not that old!) now press rewind on your VCR (again, I am not that old!), wait a bit, now press stop. Ah, yes! Right there. This is where it happened. Press play. Scene- Sitting on the couch- no more like residing there- large round belly, full with baby, ankles swollen to match the thick calves and bored, very, very bored. Sounds beautiful, huh? Yes, this golden magical moment was how I discovered I was a writer. So magical huh? Big grin.
Nope? Not really?
That’s ok, it’s not always; but it was my moment. The moment of propulsion.
I was bored and I was a dreamer. Well, still am. My imagination wandered in those very bored…very, very bored moments and then conception- A girl, a key and a magical portal to another world popped into my mind.
So original, right? Yeah? No, no not really. Ok, so not the most original, but I had a conception and I rolled with it. Literally, I probably could have. Ok, that was a bad pregnancy joke, a very, very bad one.
Waddle, waddle, quack, quack- ok not the quack, but yes the waddle- I went over to my computer, sat down, propped my poor pitiful swollen feet up and began typing. Slow at first, then a bit faster and pretty soon, the story was pouring and my fingers were flying. A month later, my first book was completed. Well, the first draft anyway…
A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit. ~Richard Bach
Hello, my name is Alishia or A.D. Duling and I am a writer. I AM A WRITER! Declaration, exclamation mark. Are you a writer? Yes?! Fabulous! Let’s yell it together then, shall we?
Thanks for the drop by!