So many tell me that I have a gift with words. I finally believe that too. I use that as confirmation for my God given talent and I give Him all the glory.
My writing journey has been the greatest, most exciting and rewarding roller coaster ride, I’ve been on thus far! I have always loved to try out the wildest, scariest ones I could find. In that way, just dare me, I am brave! However, new ideas, sharing my own little world with strangers, is sometimes met with scepticism on my part. At home, writing had been a part of me as far back as I can remember. When I was too young to write my stories, I became a story teller and dramatically acted them out for anyone who would listen and write them down for me. I soon began to write my own. When I had children and we ran out of books, I wrote them bedtime stories. After they grew up, I wrote articles for children’s magazines. As I reached retirement, I seriously began my blog about my prairie life. All stepping stones that have brought me where I am today. I’d go on writing binges where I’d almost forget to eat, sleep or feed the cats. When I exhausted that, I’d paint long enough to lay out a plot for my next writing adventure. Then I’d write occasionally, fall in love with that routine for a while, have something published and get all pumped when the cheque arrived…
Then my keyboard would be silent.
Sadly to say, I wrote like this for 20- something years! Obviously, it wasn’t about things that mattered enough to me at that time. I wasn’t in the right place to appreciate its value. I started blogging last August because I wanted to share my memories that I had tucked away deeply in the pages of my mind and I knew I should do it before the ink faded from the pages completely. Losing loved ones, brings the cruel reality, that we all have our time, sometimes it short.
I began to write my memoirs back to the days I was growing up on a dirt poor prairie farm in Manitoba, Canada. I wasn’t bothered about ‘not living up to the Jone’es, standards or any of that until I turned 15-16. Once that discovery hit me between the eyes, I ran and never wanted to go back there for years. Of course I did. (Once I built my own little Jones world), but I couldn’t go any further without my roots. I was empty. I went home again and found them.
I decided what I had was golden and I want the new generations of our Family Tree to know their heritage and be proud of it. I am.
Since I began the 500 word challenge on Face Book with Jeff Goins and the writers group, I have had a blast! I got a revelation for a Blessings book on New Years Eve, actually a 101 of them was the number given to me. I had never written anything quite like this and the word challenge kept the fire going. I thought it would take me months & months to write but I finished the last Blessing yesterday. 2 months, 13 days!
I know now that all my writing trials, the re-writes, rejections, changing material content, were stepping stones to bring me to where I am. 101 BLESSINGS isn’t fictional. It isn’t about a character in a story where I get to decide a dynamite surprise ending. They are my hard learned lessons that became my blessings and I believe with all my heart and Spirit, I am meant to share them.
While I’ve been writing them, doors have opened for me and I know without a shadow of a doubt it has been the Lord who has walked, carried and even pushed me this far. All the while, His banner over me has been LOVE!
Blessings & thanks for reading,