For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a writer.
When I was in elementary school I wanted to be a children’s author and write stories like the ones I so enjoyed reading.
Beverly Cleary’s stories about Ramona Quimby, Age 8.
The Boxcar Children and Pippi Longstocking.
Freddy the Pig stories. Who at the age of eight could resist a cloven hooved detective?
And of course, the greatest pig story of all time, Charlotte’s Web.
In the fourth grade I wrote my first story about Mutley the dog, a character on one of my favorite Saturday morning cartoons.
In sixth grade I had a crush on John Boy Walton and started writing a journal in a Big Chief Tablet like he did. And I started writing stories, first for the junior high newspaper, and then for my high school tabloid, with a bi-monthly column aptly titled, “Mighty Mouth.”
Somewhere along the way I decided to write for National Geographic when I grew up. That way I’d get to travel and take my own photographs.
When I went to college I first declared a journalism major, but over my freshman year I began to move in a different direction, namely away from anything that required time-consuming effort like writing well.
Writing is a tedious task, even though it’s enjoyable. And it’s best done in solitude.
In college I wasn’t much into solitude.
But I never lost the desire to learn to write.
Because I know how powerfully I’ve been moved by words all my life.
Now I have the chance to learn the craft and I’m excited and scared all at the same time. I took the summer and most of the fall off from doing many CenterPeace events so that I could devote myself to writing a book, a spiritual memoir, that will hopefully be finished by next year. I’m thankful for the opportunity to learn, but I’m not a writer yet. I’m just writing. I wonder at what point I’ll know if and when I’m a writer?
So if I don’t post as often, or if I try some pieces out on you in the months ahead, bear with me.
Most of all, pray that I say what needs to be said and nothing more.
I’ve been known to not stop while I was ahead, you know.