I’m listening intently as writer friends spill their hearts about why they haven’t yet pursued their dreams of writing more fully. And, as I listen, I’m trying to piece together my own reasons.
Slowly, and clearly, mine are emerging.
They aren’t pretty.
Each one feels as though it reveals a deep character flaw.
And, although I’ve never been one to shy away from writing about the hard things, I’ve also never reveled in shining a spotlight on my deepest cracks, either.
As I ask myself what plays a part in the hindrance of my dream of writing, I’m realizing that failing isn’t what worries me. A writer has to accept a certain level of failure with every push of the publishing button.
If, as Flannery O’Connor said, “I write to discover what I know”, then that is surely one of my strongest inhibitors.
My dream of writing is often stifled by my understanding that I don’t know much. I’m not writing, necessarily, for an audience that will “get it”. Although, it is such a beautiful feeling of community and camaraderie when that happens. I’m writing so that, eventually, hopefully, I’ll get it!
Putting words to feelings and ideas is a deeply personal thing, yes. Writing, and then discovering that I haven’t really got the foggiest idea of this concept I’m trying desperately to type my fingers around, stings.
How often my pride has indeed gone before my fall!
Thank you, God, for your grace!
And, while I’m being brutally honest, I’m also learning that a well written piece of writing takes painstaking effort.
Even if the germ of an idea seems to sprout and easily grow a life of its own, I am still left with the daunting task of fleshing it out. And worse, editing it! And this sometimes takes an immense amount of effort. I’ve often wondered if those moments when the seed of an idea takes root in my mind, but I don’t pursue it on paper are simply laziness on my part.
I am so very thankful for the grace to try again.
I do believe that Ernest Hemingway had it exactly right when he wrote that “We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
Indeed. It’s true. Not a one of us will ever arrive at that perfectly crafted body of work. When I leave this earth, it will be for a place that is ruled by The Master Creator, of All Words, Ever.
That means that I don’t have to cling to the hope of getting it right every time I make the time and effort to put pen to paper or type word to screen. And, there is such freedom in the knowing of that!
For me, it’s not about failing.
It’s about The Grace in the trying.
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