Thursday, March 9.
Tonight I read three pages from a memoir I began some years ago. I read them at our critique group, and I am so glad I took them for feedback. I had read only a few lines before I realized how lacking my story was and how much more I can do to make it good.
I feel motivated to write again after my experience tonight. I have not written anything but blog posts in a long, long time. Somewhere in the past year, I let everything come ahead of my creative nature. I am ready to come back, to follow my passion again.
The process of publishing is a long one. Nothing good comes easily. This week I sent a manuscript to an editor. It is a compilation of short prose pieces, non-fiction and one short story. Included in this manuscript is a collection of stories by my friend Estelle Rice. We decided a few years ago to publish a book about our beloved pets and other animals in our lives. I think it will be a good read.
In the coming weeks, I will go down to my studio on certain days just to write. Most writers try to write every day, and I usually do some kind of writing almost every day. But I have not done any serious writing lately. That is what I miss.
One of my past students told me he is writing several pages on his novel every day. He described the joy he feels when he becomes lost in the story, in his writing and hates to put it aside to go on with the rest of his life. I have felt those moments. I want to feel them again.
