The Journey Begins...
Seems funny writing that... "The Journey Begins". I feel as though writing is the one part of my journey that has remained faithful my entire life. From the time I was a small child, the words just poured out. I'm not sure they've ever stopped. Some folks may think that requires medication. But I'd like to think every moment leading to this one has been in preparation for the good things presently unfolding.
Like so many other women, of countless generations, I have put my own desires on hold to pursue my greatest dream of motherhood. I have enjoyed these 24+ years with all of my heart. And I am thrilled to be in the throws of it all with an 11, 10, 6, and 2 year old still under my wings. But this funny thing has happened. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's a little something called the internet.
I've spent the last few years juggling motherhood with my art business. It has evolved through many stages, and I've learned so much about the online community. My husband and closest friends have long encouraged me to take the same dive into the world of writing. But for some reason I've been more timid. I have a feeling that reason is that I have no formal writing education. It's one thing to be a self taught artist. Either people like your strokes and swirls, or they don't. It's another story to let your words stand naked on the page, and have more learned eyes scanning your obvious lack of grammar and puntuation skills.
But it is time. And the forces of the universe seem to be converging in every manner to confirm that life is too short to let fear keep me (or anyone) from working hard to make their dreams come true. A family friend has recently enjoyed much success self-publishing her own books. She has offered to mentor me a bit, and has already shared so much information and insight. On her advice, I joined a local writer's group today.
So, although I've written countless poems, a couple of childrens' stories, some magazine articles, and the lyrics for my husband's music, this new committment is the beginning of the journey of focusing on writing the stories which have been living in my heart for many years. Here we go!
Blessings... Linda
Like so many other women, of countless generations, I have put my own desires on hold to pursue my greatest dream of motherhood. I have enjoyed these 24+ years with all of my heart. And I am thrilled to be in the throws of it all with an 11, 10, 6, and 2 year old still under my wings. But this funny thing has happened. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's a little something called the internet.
I've spent the last few years juggling motherhood with my art business. It has evolved through many stages, and I've learned so much about the online community. My husband and closest friends have long encouraged me to take the same dive into the world of writing. But for some reason I've been more timid. I have a feeling that reason is that I have no formal writing education. It's one thing to be a self taught artist. Either people like your strokes and swirls, or they don't. It's another story to let your words stand naked on the page, and have more learned eyes scanning your obvious lack of grammar and puntuation skills.
But it is time. And the forces of the universe seem to be converging in every manner to confirm that life is too short to let fear keep me (or anyone) from working hard to make their dreams come true. A family friend has recently enjoyed much success self-publishing her own books. She has offered to mentor me a bit, and has already shared so much information and insight. On her advice, I joined a local writer's group today.
So, although I've written countless poems, a couple of childrens' stories, some magazine articles, and the lyrics for my husband's music, this new committment is the beginning of the journey of focusing on writing the stories which have been living in my heart for many years. Here we go!
Blessings... Linda
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