You might have noticed that my post yesterday was a tad blah. That always happens when I really want to write about something else, it’s my repressed snarkiness waiting to explode out of my pea brain that can get in the way of daily creativity. So, I’m hoping purging myself of this story will enable me to move on with my life.
So, these conversations you have with people you know start innocently enough:
“So how’s work?”
“Good thanks. Things are going really well.”
“I suppose that you spend time Tweeting and Facebooking and… blogging.”
Now, I must say, this is point of the story where I’m starting to sense it’s not going to go well for me. So, my answer is tentative.
“Love those thing! Such a great way to start the day.”
“I don’t want to offend you….”
Okay, stop right there! Yes, you do. You mean to offend me or you wouldn’t be saying this! That’s why you started with “I don’t want to offend you…”
She continues, “I’m thinking that maybe it’s time you just gave up on this writing thing. You’ve been working on it forever and it doesn’t seem to be working for you.”
This my friend, is when I lost my tongue. It shriveled up like a salted slug on the first day of summer. It’s gone. I believe I’m mumbled something incoherent and wished the moment to go away. You see, telling somebody to give up writing is like telling them to cut off your big toes and eat them for breakfast. Let me get this straight world, I stinken’ love writing. Some days, I crack myself up! I get to hang out with the coolest, most dynamic people out there. My perfect vacation is sitting at some cool spot writing. Heck, my perfect day involves writing.
But, let’s not forget why I really write for children. I write for because they are the ones who are most impacted by stories. The stories go in and rest on their souls for a lifetime! What could be a cooler job than that?
But it continues,
“How do you know it’s even good anyways?”
I found my tongue briefly, “Well, I’m in a writing group and I’ve met with editors and a bunch of agents have my manuscript right now.”
“Maybe they are just saying it’s good…”
Seriously? That one hurt. But, I am somehow feeling uplifted by this post. One of my friends has this bumper stinker that I’m about to steal right now.
Back off man, I’m a writer!
Damn, that felt good…
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