Those people that are closest to me know what a tough couple of years life has been for my family and me and the first thing out of their mouths when they find out that I am a writer is…”HOW?” and the second is “WHEN?”
My response to them is usually, “With a pen and always…”
Because the only thing to hold you back, is fear.
Fear, I think, is one of the greatest inspirations to art. It drives you to succeed, compels you to push that dark and dreary feeling, that useless wasted emotion, and the insecurity out of your heart and soul and make peace with yourself. I learned early on from my parents that it all starts from a choice you make to believe in yourself.
Fear is that monster in the closet that knows just what to do to make you afraid…it wants you to give up and give yourself over to its power and lose yourself. It wants to win you over by making you believe you are less than you are. But fear needs to be made accountable for its false demands; forced to take responsibility for what it has tried to do for so long.
How do you beat it? You must give it a job and make it work.
So while I was lying in a hospital bed wondering if I was ever going to walk out, when I was waiting for the news of my sisters successful surgery, and when I waited by the phone to hear that the bank approved me for a new home... I wrote…by deciding that nothing was ever going to hold me back, by turning my sisters disease into a hideous monster that I killed off instantly because I knew deep down she would be all right and by never giving up until my family was safely in a new and better home, permanently.
A writing teacher once told me…”Write what you know; use the familiar.”
Never in my life has this been more true!