Born to fabricate…

note to dadWhat makes a writer?  We could suggest that a writer is one who is an artist, who loves the written word, who seeks to educate and enrich others….or maybe a writer is just somebody who likes to fabricate new truths.  My parents are packing up their house and moving back to Florida.  We lived in Miami when I was a child and when my parents decided to move us to Cincinnati, my dad went first to get settled with a job.  My mother and the four children: me, Ricky, Michael, and Timothy all stayed behind to finish out the school year and sell the house.  My mother encouraged us to write our father often.  Last night, they gave me a box of my report cards, artwork, and letters.  In this particular letter  I’m informing him, as only a a six year old girl can, that all of my brothers are bad and I am good.  Oh, and by the way, let my cousin Sheila know that I’m coming soon.  I laughed so hard, I cried.  Even as a child, I was manipulating the truth to suit my needs.  I mean, how was he going to know the difference?  If I wrote that my brothers were being bad but I was good, why wouldn’t he believe that?  The power of the written word is infallible.  Maybe some of us are just born to fabricate; we love to write about the world as we see it or even just as we wish it would be.  I like to think that I now have in my possession my very first short story.

Just click “Publish”

publishI celebrated an important anniversary at the beginning of this month.  September marks one year since I first self-published.  I remember that day very clearly in my mind.  It had taken me days to go through the process of converting my book to be Kindle-ready and all that was left was to click the “Publish” button.  I sat in my living room, my finger hovering over the mouse-pad, thinking “I’m not really going to do this, am I?”  The fear of exposing myself to the world and, even worse, the fear that no one would care, was momentarily overwhelming.  Something funny happens to you in your 40’s, though.  The downside is that you develop certain new fears.  You worry about your health, your now adult children, your aging parents, and your financial security as retirement becomes a spot on the distant horizon.  The flip side of that, though, is that you shed old fears.  You don’t care nearly as much what people think about you.  You become more comfortable in your skin, however wrinkly it now is.  So, I clicked “Publish.”  I was giddy with relief, happiness, and the trembling excitement of embarking on a new adventure.  When I sold my first book, I cried.  When I got my first review, I ran through the house telling anyone who would listen, “Someone liked it!”  I told my brother last year that writing was a fun “hobby.”  He corrected me and said that once somebody pays you for your work, it’s a job, even a career.  “You’re a writer,” he told me.  It took me a little while to accept it, but he’s right.  A year ago, I became a writer and I love every moment of it.  So my advice to anyone who dreams of being a writer?  Just click “Publish.”