I realize that it’s been ages since I’ve posted last…I really can’t help that. My computer is on the caput and until I get it back whole and sound, I am restricted in my blogging and my writing.
That’s one thing I’ve been thinking a lot about recently….writing. Of course, I’m aching to get back to those plotlines (I did loose a lot of material when my hard drive crashed…hoping to get most of it back), but the bigger issue is how I approach my writing. With apology…with hesitation…perhaps even a little shame. I’ve just always understood that writing, my writing, was a closet obsession…not worthy of real pursuit. But who determines that, really? The stories I write are good and clean; they tell of the struggles faced by people…some are simply fiction portraying the lives of characters and their journey/struggle to walk with Christ….others are allegories.
The stories I write are a part of me…with them, I can express some of the frustrations, the sorrow, joy, desperation, and even the hope that is within me.
I realized that it is time to get serious. Serious about my writing and what it means to me. It is nothing to be ashamed about, and it is important enough to me to move it from last place on my priorities up several notches at least. That’s the only way I’m going to make any headway in them, and prove to those who look down on it that writing can be just as profitable an occupation as becoming a lawyer, a nurse, or even a sales clerk.
And that’s pretty much all I had to say.