Reading and writing have been important to me for as far back as I can remember. Reading took me to other worlds, to other lives, and into other hearts. Those peeks into “other” inspired me to attempt to do the same with my own writing. I wanted my writing to give readers the feeling of freedom, humor, escape and humanness that reading gave me.
For many years I wrote strictly poetry, but I knew it wasn’t enough. There was more I wanted to say, and in a different form. I didn’t want to just write about my reality. I wanted to write about what could be. I constructed stories in my mind, but never had the courage to put them on paper. It was years before I finally went beyond poetry.
I’ve always been a late bloomer and I didn’t start college until I was almost 30. Somewhere within those two colleges and five academic years, I found my writing voice. It still sends chills down my spine to think of it; I was finally writing like…ME!
Finding my own writing voice inspired me to put together a women’s anthology titled, Finding Our Voices, as my college project. And although I’ve had much encouragement along the way, I always stopped short of publishing and making writing my career.
Now is my time. The excitement I feel is no longer focused on the positive feedback I get from my writing, although that is still astounding to me. The excitement I feel now is in telling my story and getting it out to the world.
My story is written in many forms; humorous tales and poetry I’ve written for my children and their children, along with poetry, essays, and memoirs about my life and the meaningful people in it. That body of work is my story. It grows, shifts and melds with other stories almost every day.
There’s not only the excitement of getting my story to the world, but there is also that little issue with mortality. Death has brushed my shoulder and crushed my heart many times in the last five years. I’m in my mid-50’s and I suddenly feel a sense of hurry. Besides, no one can tell my story like I can, so it’s my time now. And if I live to be 106, I will always glory in the thrill of others reading my writing and getting a peek at my world, my life and my heart.
Patti Hall 2014
Update: Wrote this yesterday, was up all night working on the Postcards e-book! Back to it today. That picture scared me back into action! 🙂
Hey, I hope you find time to check out some of the other A-Z April Challenge blogs here:
April 16, 2014 at 2:34 pm
Don’t hesitate. If you’re ready to write— write ! It takes longer than e think to get the story down and out on paper, then it takes an age to edit everything. How wonderful it would be if you could have a finished product out to give your family for Christmas.People are always happy to help.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
April 16, 2014 at 2:53 pm
Wise words, David! I’ve got miles of writing finished, some in editing stage, several ready for the next step. Not sure why I let myself stall out at the important phase, but I AM working on pushing past that.
April 16, 2014 at 11:39 pm
It sounds a great writing life, keep it going.
April 16, 2014 at 11:46 pm
Trying to…thank you!
April 17, 2014 at 9:53 am
I would not say LATE BLOOMER, I would say living at your very own original PACE ! #AtoZchallenge ☮Peace ☮ ღ ONE ℒℴνℯ ღ ☼ Light ☼ visiting from http://4covert2overt.blogspot.com/
April 17, 2014 at 12:30 pm
Thanks for swinging by, Maria. I look forward to stopping by your place. Yep, this is an original pace I have, but I’ve been stepping it up lately 🙂
April 21, 2014 at 4:36 pm
Yup, that little issue of mortality. I knew I had to go for it with focused effort–now. I about women’s health for many years, but writing memoir after my husband’s death led me to a new life.
April 21, 2014 at 5:00 pm
So glad that it led you to me and me to you. Now.