Monday, September 5, 2011

Labor of Love ~ The Life of a Writer

Today the Graffiti Wall was supposed to reopen, highlighting a fabulous author; however, I decided to hold off a week, because of Labor Day.

Labor ~ according to Dictionary.com is productive activity, especially for financial gain; physical or mental work, especially of a hard or fatiguing kind. A job or task done or to be done. And here's a few synonyms: chore, daily grind, job, strain, stress, struggle, sweat, and toil.


No wonder every-so-often writers go through slumps, wondering if their efforts are worth it. We've been programmed to see labor in a negative light. Now I'm not sure about you, but I didn't start writing for financial gain or as a chore. Writing is definitely mental work and sometimes it's hard and stressful, even fatiguing. And I do consider it my job, but is writing a task in the sense that it's a struggle of sweat and toil? That sounds rather unpleasant to me. If it is to you, you might want to reconsider your view of work & labor.

Here's my definition of Labor ~ an act, driven by a deeper desire to explore and give of oneself, to grow and expand the mind and body; to mature and see all life has to offer through new eyes. (Can you tell I've given birth 4 times?)

Labor Day is a day to celebrate the act of work. When did work gain such a negative connotation or receive grimaces and sighs? Work is good for us, pushes and challenges us, makes us grow and stretch beyond our preconceived means.

The same theology that I share with my kids, who play ice hockey, applies here. I tell them "When you've skated all you think you have, when you're racing for the puck and think there's no more in you yet keep striving forward....that's when you grow--the true labor of work. The gift of becoming who you are meant to be."   


There are ups and downs in this writing business, just as in all aspects of life. Embrace each, take from it what your personal journey needs, and toss the rest. Writers labor very hard. And the true gold at the end of each writer's rainbow is being able to look back and see where you've been and where you are now. There is power in that knowledge and future growth in that power.

Happy Writerly Labor Day!!

Friday, September 2, 2011

My Take on Back-2-School Writing

Where I live, newly-incoming high school freshman and junior high sixth graders, along with the elementary kids officially begin their school year one day before the rest of the students. So that put my family in a funky position--child #2 (an incoming freshman) and my 2nd grader attended school yesterday, leaving my senior and 7th grader starting today. Topping it all off, Hurricane Irene pushed them back an extra day.


Regardless...
...can you hear the quiet at my house? Ahh...

In honor of all this quiet, I put together a silly writers' list of "ables" and "not-so-ables"--how I'll utilize my time.

On the first Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: turn my computer on without hearing "Mom, he hit me! Mom, she ate all the cereal. Mom, Mom, Mom..."

On the second Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: drink my coffee warm without microwaving it 8 million times.

On the third Back To School day, I'll come back to reality: turn the computer off and fill out all the ($%^&@#$%) paper work the school insists on sending home, despite living in the digital age. (Save a tree, already.)

On the fourth Back To School day, I'll have no choice but to: rest my aching hands from filling out those forms on day three.

On the fifth Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: peek at my outline for my YA story, then rush to the athletic meetings for Fall sports--the ones, because I have four kids, I've already attended in the past 10x!

On the sixth Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: W--R--I--I--I--T--E. *pom-pom cheers 4 me*

On the seventh Back To School day, I'll be forced to: trudge through the elementary, junior high, and high school, attending yet my umpteenth OPEN HOUSE!


On the eighth Back To School day, I'll be forced to: pick up kids at three different schools, attend a X-country meet and girls' soccer practice, and explain (again) to my 2nd grader why he can't play Xbox in school.

On the ninth Back To School day, I'll finally break: and decide to write a letter to the editor of our local newspaper stating:  ***There should be a reprieve from paper work and lame meeting attendance for parents with multiple children.***


On the tenth Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: see hope and gain my bearings.

On the eleventh Back To School day, I'll finally be able to: begin to adjust, seeing my writing time renewed. Characters will inspire me, new scenes will flood my brain. I'll crack my knuckles and exhale.

And on the twentieth Back To School day, I'll be able to say: "A new school year for them and a new writing season for me. And this is my year!"


What about you? Can you see the light through all the fallen trees that block your writing road?

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