I started this blog as an outlet for me to engage in my first passion, writing, and to hold me accountable so I WILL write. As like with anything else, you only get better at something if you actually practice and the craft of writing is certainly no exception. You most certainly won’t get any better if you just sit around and talk about how you want to be a better writer and research how to BE a better writer but then never do any writing.
I think I’ve mentioned the fact that both JJ and I are Renaissance People. Our poor children. This simply means that our interests are so varied and so many that we are “those people” who are always learning about something new or have an interest in learning something new. We tease each other constantly about the things we have either 1) attempted to explore or 2) actually did explore.
Ask JJ about my foray into painting. I will never live it down. At least I tried.
JJ’s bookshelf has titles such as “How to Learn Latin in 90 Days” (as if) and “The Basics of the Harmonica.”
For crying out loud. Seriously.
Truth be told, this is one of the reasons why I married the guy (besides the fact that he makes me wet myself because I laugh so hard in his presence. Sorry for TMI.) As an educator, the quest for knowledge and experimentation is one that I just adore.
Learning to be a better cook is one of those that is high up on my list. Along with photography. Maybe someday I will sew. Or maybe not.
But friends, I have to be honest with you and tell you – I am feeling a pull to abandon it all and focus only on writing. My passion. My love. My outlet. The one thing I credit as allowing me to grow as a person more than I could ever fathom.
When I look back at older posts from my days at Missy Moo and Bubba Boo (my old blog before Fire) I am astonished by how amateur-like my writing was. In no way am I suggesting that I could now win the Pulitzer. Heavens no. But I do see a marked difference between then and now and this encourages me.
Not to mention that I have heard God’s call on this one. Crap. Sometimes you just can’t ignore it anymore.
Sometimes you have to stop saying “No, sorry, God. This is just not the right season,” or let self-doubt, which is not God’s voice, win.
This is my time to do just that. It’s time to stop ignoring God’s call and embrace the fact that I might be scared beyond belief but at least I won’t ever have to sit in my wooden rocker when I’m 90 years old and say “Gosh, I wish I would have given my passion an earnest try.”
I realized today that my heart wasn’t in publishing a recipe each week when what I really want to do is just write. My friend, Jennifer, might put out a recipe here and there, but I no longer want to be tied down to a set “schedule” of content.
Have I mentioned that parameters freak me out? I should have known better. Deadlines, restrictions, requirements and parameters equal an instant spike in blood pressure for me.
This being said, I want to let you know that I have heard many readers express an interest in hearing my story. It’s a wild one, yes. Yes, it is.
So I’m going to share it. In installments because if I threw it out there all at once, you would need to go fetal in the corner for a bit. It’s just too much to digest in one sitting.
I’m also going to go ahead and tell you now that I am not going to hide many details. This is the part that terrifies me because I’m really going to put myself out there. Some of the things I will reveal might make you not like me as much but I can’t let that rule what I write about. I’m sorry. Of course, it is nothing personal.
It’s my journey. And only mine. I thank God for his grace more than once each day.
I’ll start sometime this week. I’m not going to say I will publish an installment on a certain day or even how many installments I will do a week because, well, again. You know how I feel about requirements.
The good thing is that I will create a separate page at the top (next to “About”, “Home”, etc.) where you can click and read from the very beginning or simply catch up on a post or two if you miss them.
Stay tuned, my dear friends. You’re in for a wild ride.