Love Makes It Worth It

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  1. Peg, so glad I finally got a chance to read this! We’re at Cannon Beach and I left my computer at home (had such plans for doing some blog posts, oops) – but just managed to kick Doug off of his for a few minutes. This is such a great post. It is so helpful to have your perspective as a full-time writer, since you are living it, not just dreaming about it. Having a relationship with writing is a fraught one, but one that is worth it, I think. Those times when I have breathing room to write are incredibly precious to me, and I know they help my health, physically and emotionally. The struggles and insights you share also help me immensely. Most especially the encouragement you give to other writers like me is so amazingly generous. Thank you!

    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post, Jeanie, and that my perspective helps you. That means a lot to me. I write these posts and send them out and I never know who will read them. It warms my heart to know that someone gets something helpful from them. Thank you for writing in to tell me and thank you for your very kind words.

  2. Thanks for your post, Peg. I aspire to write just because “love makes it all worth it”. I’ve felt that way before. In the past, when I’ve written short stories, it was because I loved it. When I’ve contributed to a local A & E newspaper, it was because I loved it. When I’ve made up stories for an audience of young children, it was because I loved it. When I’ve written songs, it was because I loved it. Okay, so when I wrote in college, it was for a decent grade, but I still wrote with LOVE. Anything I’ve written, before this memoir, is because I love writing. I never sought to be paid; and when it did happen, it was so nominal, receipt of payment was hardly a reason to do it. So, on that level I wholeheartedly agree with you and other authors who’ve expressed the importance of writing for the love of writing. So glad you came around.

    I think what’s different for me this time is I feel like I’m writing for a reason birthed by a promise. I don’t want it to feel like an obligation, but sometimes it does. As a consequence, some of the love of writing has withered. I feel like the story chose me and I did not choose it; therefore, my feelings have been Platonic, to a certain extent.

    What also resonates with me, from your post, is what you’ve written about fear. I want to communicate my story so well that fear does envelop me sometimes and creates doubt that I can do it–exactly as you’ve written. I’ve put Simon on the highest pedestal I’ve ever conceived. I want what’s written about him to do him justice. And when I think I can’t do it well enough, it reflects negatively in my writing and in my relationship to writing. But as I’ve begun to recognize the reluctance may be fear, my writing is progressing and the love for writing “this” story is developing.

    I appreciate your post and all of the guidance you’ve given.

    1. Thank you for writing in, K, and sharing your experiences with writing. That’s wonderful that you’ve already experienced love while writing in the past. It makes my heart sing to know you’ve been feeling the love for quite some time. I can understand why you feel that your WIP is more of a response to a promise rather than something springing from your own heart, but from all that you’ve told me so far about Simon, I think he would cheer you on to write what’s in your heart and soul, rather than what you think would live up to his memory and/or legacy. It’s hard to write a novel when it feels like an obligation. Sometimes I wonder if it might be better as a novel based on a real life situation rather than a memoir. Something to percolate on. I’m sure we’ll talk about it more in the near future. Til then, write on!

  3. So true. When I started writing blog posts regularly, I remembered how much fun writing is. Taking the wet red clay of thought, memory, and feeling, and sculpting it into words, paragraphs, a poem, or a post. It’s that feeling of “this must be why I’m here.”

    The mystery is how I can keep forgetting that, time after time (forehead slap).

    Not woo-woo. It’s “whoo-hoo!”

    1. Whoo hoo instead of woo-woo! Yes! That’s the spirit, Edgy! Keep sculpting that wet clay and giving us a chance to see your creations. I look forward to reading your new blog for many years to come. Once you have a comments box up, and a way for people to subscribe, please let me know. I want to plug your blog in a future post.

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