Do I think I’m another Hemingway? HA! Nor do I think I would want to be He. For all his greatness, he lived a troubled life. (Well, maybe in that aspect I’m like him.) I read something that he stated the likes of “he would go crazy if he couldn’t write”. I know that’s not a direct quote, but you get the idea. I know what he means; I, too, crave the need to write.
I never thought that I would be a writer. I have always been creative and have the need to do something with that. I took journalism in high school and I envied the “photags”, the kids who went around capturing moments in 35mm. But it never occurred to me to do something with that. I wanted to be an interior decorator, which also didn’t happen. Now I work for the government doing financial work. Guess there’s some level of creativity in that. LOL
I started this blog for something to keep me occupied as I transition into retirement. I knew I needed a creative outlet that didn’t result in a bunch of stuff in storage containers. I had been down the writing road before; trying my hand at romance writing. Tough market to publish in so I let it go. Still it tugged at me and recently I had been noticing many blogs by older women. Hmmm. And thus, Loving Your Sh*t was born.
It has now evolved into a passion. And growing, as I have started a book. But it has given me a greater realization in that we all NEED a passion to keep us growing and excited about life. Too many people sit around wasting their brains on electronic devices or silly television shows and medicate their dissatisfaction with drugs, alcohol or food. (Hemingway was also an alcoholic.) Maybe they once had a passion and then allowed someone or something to “school” them out of it. That is when it is time to dig deep.
What makes you feel alive? Maybe even what makes you “bleed”. Reach down into your soul and find what it is that calls you to create. Creativity is not limited to something artistic. And when you find it, commit to it. I’ve committed myself to two blog articles a week and two nights a week on my book [errr, manuscript in proper terms]. Don’t let anyone tear down your dream.
Reach deep and find your inner Heming-way.
Loving Your Sh*T 