March 31, 2015

A Real Writer by Guest Blogger Brenda Leyland

Many writers seem to know early in life that they want to be a writer; they might even sense that they need to write.

Not so with me. When I was a girl, I had no thought of being a writer, no inkling or desire. Writing stories in school was no fun. I could never write anything under the pressure of a deadline as the clocked tick-ticked on the teacher's desk. My ideas and words, if there were any good ones, froze long before they reached the lead tip of my yellow HB 2 pencil with eraser nibbled off.

Yet, in retrospect, writing was being woven into the very warp and woof of my life. Perhaps Jo March did leave her mark on my imagination -- I certainly could see myself sitting up in an attic, a funny hat on my head, scribbling away in a miniscule diary with lock and key.

What I could not see was that those plays I used to write as a girl with my sister, putting on elaborate performances for our mom and neighbours, was writing. Or, that my grade nine English short story into which I poured all my girlish longing for romance (a story for which my teacher commended me) -- that was writing too.

Those timid attempts to capture visions of beauty in poetry (I think William Wordsworth and his famous daffodils had something to do with that, not to mention L.M. Montgomery and her beauty-loving Anne.) Well, they were just scribblings of a yearning heart -- that wasn't writing, was it?

Playing with words threaded their way not only through my personal hobbies (calligraphy, journaling, and letter writing) and volunteer jobs (writing skits and games for Sunday school), but even my job that turned out to be a 20+ year career, involved drafting thousands of letters and messages for publications for three Alberta Premiers.

Yet for all that, I did not -- I could not bring myself to say with any confidence that I was a writer. My husband used to introduce me to people he knew that I was a writer, but I was stutteringly embarrassed, especially if anyone asked what I wrote. Lord, have mercy! For I still operated from an earlier, deeply rooted belief that coloured every word I wrote: That real writers wrote books and were published; nothing else (holy hush) was real writing.

Something on the inside kept stirring. Around 2002, I registered for my first-ever InScribe event in Calgary. Kathleen Gibson was the keynote speaker, and her words that weekend dropped into my heart and began to bubble. I came away with visions of possibility, as I pondered them in my heart. Maybe I could call myself a writer.

So, we created business cards (except I was too afraid to hand them out) and when we bought our first home computer, I started writing in earnest and I read everything I could get my hands on about the craft of writing. My desire to write blossomed. And more importantly, like water dripping on a stone, that ratty old belief slowly eroded away. I was writing and words were touching hearts. Published or not -- I was a writer.



Dreaming about writing to inspire and encourage women, a beautiful opportunity opened that I could never have imagined -- developing and writing a monthly newsletter to inspire women in business. I accepted the job and loved it. From that first 4-page newsletter it eventually had an estimated monthly readership of 500. It was exciting.

In 2008, I took a leap into cyberspace when I created two blogs. Since then, I’ve written well over a thousand posts, connecting with hundreds of women and creating a kindred online community. Other writing steps included writing articles and a blogging column in FellowScript, book reviews for the local paper, two blogging workshops, and an e-course for new bloggers; I even won a contest or two.

In this journey, the steps have been small, sometimes slow, but looking back I see that Someone has been faithfully directing the steps of this woman, steadily bringing her toward her destiny of writing words from Home. Does she know she's a writer now?  Yes, now she knows.


Brenda C Leyland writes from her desk overlooking the backyard garden. When she's not watching the birds or blogging at It's A Beautiful Life, she pretends to work on The Memoir in Progress hoping Inspiration will lend a hand.  


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11 comments:

  1. What an awesome journey, Brenda! Lord have mercy, indeed! :)

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  2. The Lord has a path marked out for each of us. I'm so glad our paths have crossed here at InScribe. Your post reminds me to be content with my path, though, and not look on another's with wonder, or longing. He takes us where we need to go so we can get there.!

    And your sentence, "nothing else (holy hush) was real writing" made me chortle!

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  3. You also said it early in your post ... "Well, those were just scribblings of a yearning heart, not a writer." I think we connect with others when we put on paper those yearnings of the heart. Thanks for a most encouraging post!

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  4. How wonderful to see how God moved you from where you were to where you are!

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  5. Brenda, Thanks for sharing your writing journey with us. I'm so grateful for God's gentle nudges and patient encouragement as we step out in faith. Sometimes it would be nice to have a map, but then maybe we would be too overwhelmed to take the next step.

    Write on, my friend :)

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  6. So much in here that caught me nodding in agreement, smiling, and yes, even laughing out loud. Thank-you for being the beautiful inspiration you are! write on and God bless.

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  7. Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. I relate so much to your journey. Even when I was writing articles every day for the paper I struggled to think of myself as a writer because I haven't written a novel or those articles were just 'boring newspaper articles.' I love how you talk about writing 'threading' it's way through your life even when you were unaware. Oh and I too 'pretend' to work on my memoir lol...maybe one day we will each be able to read the others...thanks for sharing :)

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  9. "woven into the very warp and woof"--what a great line. And what a great story of how God was orchestrating writing in your life without you even knowing. God is good.

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  10. Your style is so expressive and meaningful, Brenda. I too enjoyed Kathleen Gibson's keynote "talks" with us. I can identify with ". . . her words that weekend dropped into my heart and began to bubble." I appreciate the way you learned, timidly and gradually, that you are a writer. Your husband is proud of your writing and so are we.

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  11. Aw, this was SO encouraging, Brenda! Yes, you are a writer. I've always known that about you, girl!! I LOVE your blog, and your way with words. (But I have to admit that I struggle with the same belief in my own life. I haven't even made business cards, let alone not handed them out! Too funny!) Thank you Brenda - this was SO good!
    Pam

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