It’s rare that I do something for me, just me; however, this weekend I did it.
We packed up the Subaru, with my TBP and the two dogs, and we headed to an island rental house that would serve as home base while I attended writing classes.
My writing was critiqued and my mind was filled with new ideas, new possibilities, and new ways of approaching writing as a craft and as a business.
I met wonderful and generous writers. Some, I know that I will keep in contact with as we all try to help each other.
I learned that “no” is an expected part of the game. Everyone I spoke to seemed to laugh at the number of rejections that they experienced before that “yes” finally came.
I found that while I still consider myself a newbie, there were others impressed with what I’ve done. Hoping like I was last year, “Someday, I want to get a check from the writing.”
There are interesting prospects that I hope will come to light. I am a writer and no longer do I feel that I have to start with…
“kind of” or “trying to be” or “sometimes.”
It’s a lot of work and energy for us to allow me this opportunity and I feel grateful for that.
There were too many snacks consumed and too many video games played. It certainly wasn’t my best stick-to-the-rules-and-routines parenting weekend. There will be some recovery needed.
Thinking about it now, I believe that it’s important for my son to see me doing something that I love that makes me more than a mama. Something that requires time and effort and that isn’t easy or quick. Writing teaches me about patience and rethinking and hearing others.
When I can share the “yes” message after several “no” emails, I hope it demonstrates perseverance to my son who is so hard on himself and others.
Despite the learning and inspiration that I experienced, we decided to come home early.
We are all tired, even the dogs, and we are grateful for our own beds tonight.