I’m still afraid.
Several months ago, I stopped writing. I allowed attacks, accusations, and endless bombardment to stall me. To fill my head with worry that my words would be used against me during each encounter.
My words hurled as proof of my inadequacies. My lack of resilience. My failures.
I’ve decided it’s no longer my job to fear interpretations or retribution. This is my space, my sanctuary and I’m taking it back.
For several weeks now I’ve been assisting other writers as a development editor for an anthology coming out next summer. I’m really enjoying the process. Each story is so different in style, genre, POV, voice, etc. Each writer eager to dig into whatever we come upon to improve their work. It’s a great experience and I’m learning a lot. 🙂
You’re ready to do edits for me?
You bet, I’ve got my red pen.
Well, okay, thanks. I could use fresh eyes. I’m already on my third draft.
Third, you say? Great. I’ll grab that hard copy, get it back to you in a bit.
Nope, just the first five pages.
Oh, whoa, it’s really slashed up. Red.
We’ll be working together for a while.
It could hardly have been a bloodier beginning.
Word count: 75
*whining* I scrape out time to barely enough time to participate in #micromondays. This last month, I haven’t been able to do even that much. *whining over*
Attended my second writing conference ever. The place was overflowing with amazing authors, editors, publishers, experts, volunteers. I met so many amazing people. Not like, “oh, you’re amazing” blah blah cuz you’re here too, but “you’re real, genuine, kind, accepting, open, generous, interested, just overall amazing. I’m lucky to have met you.” See the difference?
I learned a lot, too. I can’t wait to go to the next conference. The LUW cares so much about its members and the writing community, each person affiliated with them spreads the same message of appreciation and concern. They’re wonderful.
Attending Creative Writing Bootcamp with the amazing and talented Johnny Worthen. I’ve been in a funk for months. This group of writers has inspired me to get back to it. Thank you @luwriters and @johnnyworthen for your feedback, patience, and enthusiasm. 🙂
Excited to work through next rounds of edits for TAKE
Attended my first writing conference this weekend. I was surrounded by hundreds of authors, all there to build connections and reinforce the scaffolding already in place for community. A community I’m now apart of and can turn to for support when I’m stuck. Thank you for being there, LUW. I appreciate you! #LUW2017
I haven’t been writing. I’ve actively avoided it.
Writing, focusing, fretting about little things in my life when all of this horrible shit is happening seems to me to be a waste
I tell myself, “write. write. write.”
“It keeps you sane.”
But it isn’t important when so much hate has been released from so many.
“The hate was always there.”
Was it? All of these people were faking all this time? They were kept under control and now that we have a leader that condones bad behavior, they’ve let loose their feelings? I don’t believe it. It can’t be true. People are better than that. I can’t write about personal struggles when there are people being persecuted because of their beliefs.
“That’s been happening since the dawn of time. Never stopped you before.”
It’s stopping me now.
I feel paralyzed. Helpless. Terrified. What can I do?
“Don’t be distracted. Make the choices you’ve always made. Continue to send out love and connection and compassion. Be who you are. And write.”