I love writing.
There, I’ve said it. Growing up, my mother labeled us. “Jane, you’re the artist.” (Thank God I got that one!) “Meredith, you’re the writer. Barbara, you’re the pretty one. Andy, you’re the funny one.”
Because my older sister was awarded claim to all things literary–she’s become a mega-successful literary agent–I dove into art, and happily so, for 30+ years.
Decades pass. Life happens. Careers change form and substance. These days I find my creativity in writing. But what to do about the mantel my mother bestowed on an elder over 50 years ago?
After taking Ann Randolph’s superb writing workshop at Kripalu in late June, I’ve started an official writing practice. I ordered 4 books on memoir writing from amazon, hired a writing coach and established a writers group in the city. I’m on it!
But, the voices in my head say, this is not a money-making proposition. Your public wants information about how to grow their businesses. YOU ARE NOT SERVING YOUR AUDIENCE.
And then a whisper comes trailing along, “Your message is about following your passion. That’s what they want to hear.”
Who to listen to?
I asked for a sign, and I got one this morning. On my cup of decaf from Starbucks. The cup-holder spoke to me.
Follow your passion. It will lead you to your purpose. Oprah Winfrey
Dammit. This is what I teach, and yet when it comes to this shoemaker, I forget.
So, during the month of July, you will be reading, if you so choose, pieces I’m writing from prompts given to me by my new coach.
Because this is uncharted territory for me–sharing my personal essays–I have a request. I would appreciate your kindness in offering ONLY positive comments. Likes, thumbs up, a word or two of support. No grammatical corrections or probing inquiries required. Enjoy, and only let me know if you are.