A writer is always in the process of change, and that is never more true than in my case. It has taken me a lifetime to morph from being many things before finally unfolding into this new creature who is primarily and happily a writer.
Regardless of young intentions, life seems to get in the way of the artistic impulse. When I was a mere teen, I came to believe I was a writer. I thought nothing else mattered nearly so much. And then came marriage and sons and career, and writing occurred in the crevices.
I now have entered a new life chapter, where writing is the centerpiece. I am blogging weekly, freelancing (for our city’s magazine), teaching (composition classes at the local college), and have just begun the research for drafting my second novel (a western like my published novel WRANGLE).
Even though many decades have passed by, those were not lost years but create the wellspring, the source of whatever creativity and wisdom I now bear. As Virginia Woolf once wrote, “Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of [her] life, every quality of [her] mind, is written large in [her] works.”
Now the years of preparation are behind me, the college degrees, the apprentice days, the other major (and dear) responsibilities to family, and I am able to immerse into the writing process; to experience life every day as a writer.
So how will the world take note? I do not think my friends will find me any more odd than usual, but I do think that the character of my blogging may change. I suspect that posts will include more references to writing and books and little snippets about life that I notice with my writer’s eyes. I think I will take you along for the ride as I draft the next novel (working title KATE’S PRAIRIE) and I already see a blog post on that subject developing in my mind.
I don’t think the changes will so much be external as they are deeply internal. I finally get to shed other responsibilities and even enticements and settle onto the skin of the scribbler; I get to BE a writer. – Jonnie Martin
“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has
spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself
you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke