Yep, I’m a little afeared of writing.
A little.
Afeared of being rejected. But then. Not really.
I sold life insurance once. I’m tough. Of course, that gig didn’t last long.
But I do get enough feedback to think I don’t totally stink.
Afeared of being accepted and how that would affect the simpler life I long for.
Afeared I won’t make enough money to keep me from going back to “work,” even though I do have a supportive “sugar daddy.”
Afeared that I will lose interest with anything longer than a blog post.
Afeared that I will start what I don’t finish.
Afeared that I will spend too much time writing and ignore other important things. It’s already happening.
Afeared that I will run out of time to sing all my songs now that I’ve entered my “golden years.”
Afeared that I will share too much of my WIP, and it will lose its magic or (GASP!) get stolen.
Afeared that I won’t share enough of my WIP.
Cuz I need help! Big time!
I’m not afraid of nonfiction. Devotionals. It’s easy for me to behold God in the mundane. It’s easy for me to tie spiritual meanings to earthly things. I can weave thought rags into colorful word rugs.
At least I think so.
Someone else may disagree.
I’m not afraid to “write naked.” In fact, my family probably wishes I wasn’t so “bare.”
But I’m afraid if I become too well known (HAHAHAHAHA!), skeletons shoved in the closet depths will tumble out before their bones are dry.
It’s why I would never let hubby run for public office.
Yep, I’m cool when it comes to nonfiction.
I think when it comes to fiction, though, I’m afraid to let my imagination loose. Afraid of loosing control. Afraid of where it might carry me. I’ve frisked those thoughts so many times, tied them up in the corral, took away their grain, let them languish in the shadows.
I might be a little afraid that others will talk amongst themselves. What DOES go on in her mind? Where does she come UP with this stuff?
Although I s’pose that can be a good thing.
So I’m cracking the stall door. Praying that the Creator of creative thoughts will guide my thoughts within His creative boundaries. That my story and character arcs will reach for Him, bow toward Him, and find hope and redemption in Him. That the pot of gold at the end of every story will reflect Him.
Nope. I ain’t afeared.
Thanks for sharing . . . I have been afeared for a good portion of my adult life because of not wanting to cross that proverbial line in the sand for fear of failure, for fear tht somebody might laugh at what I think is important, or just to not hurt somebody along the way. "What will others say?" But as I work towards a new me, I find that I'm not afeared anymore per se. I've come to the realization that life is way too short to worry about things I have no control over, so with the encouragement I get from my "virtual" friends, I have crossed the line and you know what, it isn't so scary anymore!!!
Thanks again for your words of wisdom, both in this blog, as well as your Beholding God blog. Keep it up. Your writing is amazing!
Jeannine (jerseygal)
No turning back! I'm so proud of you!
And thanks.
Hugs.
I'm afraid that there won't be enough time in life for me to accomplish what I'm supposed to, communicate what I should, be who God made me to be.
Other than that…I'm not afraid 🙂
You already rock at writing and I can't wait to read what's been languishing in the "stalls of your mind."
Since God has a purpose and a plan for our lives and since no plan of His can be thwarted, we should be good to go. We just need to fix our hearts and fight the fight. No fear!
I read somewhere (on some blog?) that someone believes that writers will be especially empowered this year. 😉
Hi Sandy,
So nice to meet you! Thanks for stopping by my blog:) Looking forward to getting to know you better.
Blessings,
Karen
Welcome, Karen! Thanks for visiting. I love your blog. I'm excited about learning from and growing with you!
Thank you Sandy – this was such an encouragement to me!!
Thanks, Sharon. I'm so glad. YOU are an encouragement to ME!