Some folks may know about me and my writing aspirations. Others may not. As I write through this month, I like to use this particular space to explore sides of my writing that I otherwise might not make time for: whimsy, humor, family stories, and tales from the classroom.
At the same time, the work that I’m doing on a couple of serious projects calls me to attention, demands that I sit up straight and craft the pearl others believe I am capable of producing. While I may be a pretty good writer, I am an inexperienced and clumsy reviser (and yes, I needed to look up that word because who uses that?). Which explains why I enjoy blogging: No need for perfection or even completion. Say some things and get it out there. The upside is that I’ve become braver over time. I’m also learning, slowly, how to work with editors who are indeed a gift to published work.
I struggle with serious writing and I keep trying it. I have ideas I want to see out in the world that carry my stamp and I have been fortunate enough to meet a few folks who tell me that’s a valid pursuit. This slice reminds me that persistence counts. That dreams require labor. That the big wins are made up of hundreds of little wins along the way.
Now I can turn to those other pieces.