Latest read on writing…

I’m reading Escaping Into the Open:  The Art of True Writing by Elizabeth Berg.  What I like about this book so far is that it doesn’t bore me with technical stuff, but it seems more about how one feels about writing rather than telling one how to write.  In the introduction she tells about how her partner knows she has a need to tell a story, and for her, when she tells it out loud something is missing.  That she gets a deeper sense of meaning and satisfaction from writing it.

I can relate to this.  I swear that I have undiagnosed ADD, so when I try to tell a story I lose track in mid-sentence, wander off onto different paths, and lose sight of my original thought.  I actually have to stop to ask, “What was I talking about?”  My doctor disregards it, claiming it’s an over 40 thing, but I’m not so sure.  When I tell a story out loud I still include all of the details, which seems to make it long and drawn out.  Once while dating a guy, I told him a story, and he said I’d make a great witness.  I imagine that would make a great writer too.

Elizabeth Berg said she hadn’t studied writing, that she was a part-time registered nurse, wife and mother before publishing.  Anyone can write, but it seems that we often get it in our head that authors are just naturally gifted, or that they’ve had years of training to learn their craft.  We think,  would never be able to do that.  It isn’t so.  Our problem is that we don’t give it an honest attempt.  All we need to do is listen and observe the world around us, learn from it, and most important, read and write often.

Happy writing,

Rhonda Lohry

You Gotta Start Somewhere

This is the beginning of my writing career.  While I am starting this journey at the age of forty-seven, I hopeful that it will be lasting, and most of all a pleasure.  Longevity runs in my family, so I’m hoping that the second half of my life will be spent doing what I want, rather than what I needed to do.  Survival sure can take the fun out of life.

When I was in fifth grade I entered a Young Author’s Conference through my class, and won.  I was quite surprised, since I had read many of the other stories which consisted of aliens and grotesque monsters.  To be honest, I was embarrassed about my book, thinking that it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the others.  Still, it gave me a bit of hope, and I thought maybe one day I could be a real writer.  Maybe.

The years passed, nearly 40 of them, and I haven’t even come close to reaching my childhood dream.  Looking back, the years have gone by quicker than I thought, and I never really wrote much after my fifth-grade experience.  I didn’t have the support that I needed, like other writers to encourage and motivate me.  Instead I fell victim to my own self doubt, thinking that I could never accomplish something like that.

Fast forward to today.  I’m older, and I’ve realize that life isn’t as much about survival (single mom raising three kids), as it is about appreciating every day, and doing what my heart tells me to do.  Telling those stories.  Inside I have a story teller just waiting to get out.  Also I have learned to connect with other writer’s by joining writing groups.  In my opinion, if you are looking to start your dream of becoming a writer, find that group that can help support, inspire, and motivate you.

This is the beginning of my writing career, and I hope that we can support, inspire, and motivate each other.

Don’t look back, only look forward.

Happy writing,

Rhonda Lohry