I have dreamed of writing all my life.
When I became a reader early on, I imagined finding the right words to write my own stories one day. I had handwritten journals that provided an outlet for lots of practice – but little worth sharing. The process, not the product, was key. I learned calligraphy, but always used that elegant writing style to record someone else’s words.
In high school I learned the mechanics. And I wrote – a LOT – for my classes. We had a student-written literary magazine called Hallmarks that was published annually. It contained some amazing writing, and I dreamed of writing poems and stories like those. But I knew my writing wasn’t good enough, so I never submitted anything to be published in Hallmarks.
Children’s literature spoke to my heart for a second time in my life (after my own childhood) when I studied it in college. My dream expanded to include becoming a children’s author. But I never felt like I had the right story to tell.
Several gifted writers have been in my elementary classes through the years. One sixth-grader, who now has children even older than that, wrote words and evoked feelings that deeply touched my heart. I dreamed of one day writing like Stephanie.
Years passed. My dream faded, but remained.
Six years ago I learned of the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge. I dreamed of having an outlet for my attempts. So I started a blog and jumped in. I tried to be as anonymous as possible and never shared who I was. But I was surprised that other writers were reading my writing, and commenting graciously. My dream came back into focus. I became a writer – for real.
This is my seventh SOLC. I am not prepared, and I am out of practice, but I can’t NOT participate. Even though I have 423 posts on this blog, I haven’t written since last June. I am less of my true self because of that neglect.
Now I am jumping in again. I can’t wait to “hear” my writing friends’ words, whose voices I haven’t listened for in a while. I hope I’ll be able to find the time to write among spending moments with three grandchildren, taking on a kitchen remodel, and sorting through other life priorities that demand attention.
But I am ready to jump in and get my feet wet all over again!
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for the consistency and perseverance you have demonstrated that allows writers to follow their dreams.