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I am tired of just mouthing the words, and I’m really tired of doing it in my life. It’s too easy to sit in the back and pretend we are singing.
Go to a kids choir concert and large large percentage of them are just mouthing the words because they aren’t singing.
I am tired of sitting I the back and not signing because I have been mouthing the words for all my life.
It’s time to sing:
I need to find my tune and let it out. And I think my tune writing. Because what I have found over the years it’s mouthing the words that keeps us quiet, and I don’t want to be that way any longer.
You’re children are not a nuisance
You’re a writer, you’re a writer with children. You’re children aren’t a nuisance; you’re the nuisance. Yes, a writer needs time to write. A writer needs time to think. A writer needs time to compose.
I was listening to a podcast today, and the writers were almost congratulating themselves for dismissing their children when it came time to write.
I’m no one’s idea of a perfect parent, but I don’t want to dismiss my wife and daughter, and I don’t want to brag about my bad behavior.
I can’t believe how fast the years has gone by since I’ve been married, since my daughter has been born. Like most writers my income isn’t made from my words, and the time I spend at home is important. So I don’t want to miss out in their lives. So how do I keep on writing? I get up early. It’s simple, and I’m sure there’s some other variation that will work for you. But please don’t neglect your children.
My Last Grandmother
My last grandmother died yesterday morning. She was born in Finland. Moved to the US, was a nanny during the Depression, made radios in WWII, married, had children, and worked at a paint company until she retired. I don’t like to summarize someone’s life in two sentences, but she’ll be missed. She had one of the best memories of anyone one I know, let alone a 93 year old. She liked to play cards. She liked to bake for the church and she was their bookkeeper for many years. She was a card shark. She adored her husband and she spoiled her grandchildren. She was everything a grandmother should be, and I will miss here.
‘No fixing, no saving, no advising, no setting each other straight.’ I read this quote tonight, and I thought it applied to writers.
What if we didn’t tell each other how to become a writer? What would happen?
We writers always want to know the secret to becoming a writer. We want to know how a famous writer did it.
Does it matter? I don’t think it does because we can’t recreate fame. We can’t follow their path. There are no breadcrumbs left behind. There isn’t a trail, a path, a road because we are all vanguards and scouts. We need to make our own path.
We writer’s must be lazy or maybe we think there’s a white rabbit we can follow. I don’t know.
But we can’t fix another writer. We can’t save another writer. A writer can’t be advised, and thankful we can’t set each other straight.