Thursday, June 18, 2009
Reaching for the Brass Ring
My dream has been to be a writer; well, that and to have a cleaning lady! I wrote some in college--a couple of short stories, a couple of poems--but then I graduated,. got married, and it seemed that life got in the way. Marriage, work, kids. . .all seemed to demand more of my attention then that dream. Maybe that's not a fair assessment; I chose to give more time to those things than to writing.
When my first marriage began to falter, a counselor suggested that I start keeping a journal as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings. I followed his suggestion. For a couple of years, through the breakup of my marriage and the start of my life as a divorced mother of two, I chronicled my journey... sometimes through tears, often with humor. The ability to look back through my writing and view my progression gave me the strength I needed to carry on
Four years later, I had acquired a new job, a second marriage, and a stepson, and again I put writing aside as a lesser priority. Getting three boys through adolescence into adulthood seemed task enough. During that time, I did get a few poems published (The Literary Guild will publish most anything, in hopes the authors will spend $50 on the book!), and I did some free-lancing for the Sun Journal in Lewiston. While I worked at TD Bank, I became sort of the branch poet laureate, from time to time penning humorous pieces for special occasions such as birthdays and retirement parties.
Recently an article in HAO magazine featured three writers who published their first books published after age 65, convincing me that it's never too late. Retirement has given me the time; I have my HP notebook, an office space all my own, and no excuses! One of the self-help books I've read says, "If you want to be a writer, write! Write everyday to practice and improve your craft." Hence, this blog: a place to write everyday. I have also submitted a short story to a literary contest, and submitted a couple of anecdotes to Readers' Digest. (Of course, Readers' Digest receives over 250,000 submissions per year, of which they may purchase 100; odds are against me there!) Wish me luck in pursuit of my dream in my silver-haired years.
It's never too late for anyone. (Except for me and that cleaning lady--unless I manage to write a best-seller and become rich!) If there's something you've always wanted to do... go for it. At least you and I will know we tried!