What was my writing Eureka moment?
Well, let’s start with this: I don’t think I’ve ever actually exclaimed the word EUREKA! in my entire life.
I have had some other moments, though. Like the day it suddenly dawned on me that I
hated cooking. What a shock and a relief. That was more of a whadaya know? kind of moment. I hate cooking. Well whadaya know?
Or the day in my mid-thirties when I
realized with devastation that I would never learn everything there was to know
in the world. That was a What?
Noooooo! kind of a moment.
And then there was the Huh moment when it hit me that Cap’n Crunch was my favourite
cereal.
My writing moments have been more of a
gradual dawning.
From my earliest childhood I made up stories.
I’d make up stories in my head to put myself to sleep at night, or from the
back seat of the family station wagon as we traveled across Canada every
summer.
I often scribbled away on any scrap of
paper I could find. And I became a great letter writer from my adolescence on.
I WAS a writer, only I didn’t know it. I didn’t know I could call myself a
writer.
I took the Writing for Children & Teenagers course from the Institute of
Children’s Literature while my own children were toddling around my knees. I
wanted to see if someone else thought I might be a writer. They did think so,
but I didn’t believe them. I thought my instructor was too nice and didn’t give
enough critique. Her comments were always more positive than negative and I
didn’t think that was helpful at all.
I thought I had to be published and well
known to call myself a writer. So, how would I know I was a writer unless I got
published? But if I did send something to a publisher and didn’t get published
how would I know whether it was because they didn’t like it or because I wasn’t
really a writer? What a vicious convoluted circle.
When my daughters were school age I wrote
little stories and vignettes for school newsletters and Sunday School papers. I
even created an entire mid-week kids’ club curriculum for our church. And I
still didn’t think I could call myself a writer. I didn’t know that having my
writing in those little newsletters WAS “being published”.
I was afraid to send anything out into the
world. But I kept writing. As cliché as it sounds, I couldn’t not
write.
The gradual dawning started later, as I
spent time with other writers. At conferences and writing groups I found out
they were ordinary quirky people just like me. They were all at different
stages in their writing journeys, they each had their own styles of writing and
unique voices, and I was okay right where I was. As others shared their
journeys I realized I could relate.
Indeed, I WAS a writer.
But I was still uncomfortable saying so out
loud. I couldn’t call myself a writer.
Then there was the Spring WordShop where
the speaker shared that he was an intuitive writer. He never planned ahead of
time what was going to happen, he just wrote and let the story happen on the
fly. (Some people call this a pantser) I thought, “Hey, that’s the way I write!
And it’s okay.”
That was my AHA! moment, which lands somewhere on the spectrum between whadaya know and EUREKA! That’s when I knew I could call myself a writer.
Since then I have been published in a couple
of children’s publications, an anthology, FellowScript, and my blog. Being able
to call myself a writer has given me the courage to send out manuscripts
whether they be rejected or not. It doesn’t matter. I’m still a writer.
It is dawning on me as I write this blog
post that THIS may actually be my EUREKA!
moment. Or as close to EUREKA! as
someone like me gets.
YAY! suits me
better.
Documenting my journey for this post has
cemented in my mind that I am definitely a writer; that from the very beginning
God gifted and called me to write, with my own unique voice. And that doing so
brings Him joy.
YAY!
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Joy, I have to say that I absolutely love your writing style. Your personality bubbles through, and your voice is strong and open. Go ahead and send your stuff out, but please don't ever let any critique tell you to back off on your voice. It's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteAgree with Bobbi one hundred percent!
DeleteI'm with Bobbi and Tracy. Loved this post!
DeleteMake that three thumbs up for your voice, Joy. Loved it!
DeleteI too en"joy" your voice because it indeed is full of contagious joy and hope. To me it proclaims the promises of Romans 15:13. The world needs to hear that. I'm glad you didn't listen to that instructor but kept right on writing. And as an aside, my favourite cereal is Cap'n Crunch too. How crazy is that!
ReplyDeleteThere were so many thing sin this post that I could identify with (including the fact that you don't like cooking. Me neither!!!) I'm glad that Inscribe played a part in your Eureka moment.
ReplyDelete"and I was okay right where I was." Love that sentiment. I also relate to much in your journey of being able to call yourself a writer. I wonder how prevalent it is that writers don't like to cook? (Lucky for me, my Mom-in-law moved in and she LIKES to cook!)
ReplyDeleteThank you, I connect with this insecurity about the writing label. I really liked the idea that the "AHA! moment lands somewhere on the spectrum between whadaya know and EUREKA!"
ReplyDeleteA delightful post!
Thank you, fellow writers, for these encouraging comments. You contribute to my confidence by being the mortar that fills the chinks in my yes-you-are-a-writer brick wall. I need you and I appreciate you. So much!
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