Sometimes I ask myself, who am I? What makes me a writer? I compare myself to those who say as soon as they could put pen to paper, they knew they wanted to be a writer. That was not me. Although, I made lots of things up. I had an imaginary friend named Tina. I choreographed countless musicals that my mom and her friends had to be subjected to. I made up stories for English homework. I made up poems and songs and all kinds of improvisational skits in my theater days. But be a writer? Who me? No. That was for smart, magical people. People who were special. I couldn’t do that.
Or could I?
Throughout this wondrous and gut-wrenching journey of writing my own novels, I have come to the realization that I am a writer. That I belong here amongst the special, magical people simply because I write. And, the more I write, the more I put myself out there, the more I realize that I like to write all kinds of things. If you run across me on tumblr, you’ll find Savannah the poet or inspirational writer. On this blog, I’m Savannah the thoughtful, writing about my writing journey. As President of Windy City RWA, I write the Dare to SOAR posts on their Blowing Kisses blog. There, I’m Savannah the cheerleader and pep-talker. If you happen to work with me, you are treated to emails about our rules and regulations, that I’m told are both humorous and memorable, and may have actually featured Refrigerator Gnomes at one time. And, one day, hopefully soon, you’ll get to read my novels where I’m Savannah the Romantic Fantasy Writer. So, in thinking about it. I am all these things. In finding my writer-self and letting myself express what’s on the inside in all these different ways, I have become a better, more fulfilled person, every day. And that’s what really counts, isn’t it? Doing what you love. And I’m in love with writing, even if I didn’t realize how much until I started to take myself as a writer seriously.
My last post was almost three whole years ago. It’s hard to imagine what I’ve been doing that whole time away. But I have been doing things. Things that have filled my writer’s well, things that have helped me to hone my craft, and things that have helped me grow as an author.
I’m in my second term as president of Windy City RWA. It’s hard work, it’s time-consuming, but all in all, it’s worth it. I needed to put myself in the middle of it all and even hold some of the reigns in order to feel like I could play with the big dogs. The problem with holding a board position, especially president, is that there is little time to actually write. I spend more time writing emails than I do my stories and who knows, maybe that’s resistance, maybe that’s my unconscious using presidential duties as an avoidance behavior. We all have them. Whether they are because of fear of failure or fear of success, they are the undoing of many a writer.
So, this year I will be brave. I have ventured into the realm of self-publishing and my goal is to have my first book published by the end of 2015. Wish me self-discipline and motivation, and a little luck never hurt either 🙂
Cheers to my bestie Cici Edward and good friend Dyanne Davis who are taking that brave step forward to push themselves into new territory and out of their comfort zones. Check them out and cheer them on!
I never knew that when I started out on this journey. This beautiful, fulfilling, tear out your hair journey of writing that it could give so much. It has done so much for me, my mind, my soul, and what’s even more amazing is that it affects those around me, or dare I say, I affect them.
It started when I decided that I would tell the people around me my new life path, I had to. I had to accept myself as a writer, and to believe it myself I had to be accountable to others and maybe have them believe it too. This fabulous thing happens when I start to share what I am doing. My eyes light up, I’m animated, and if I didn’t know better I’d say I glowed from within. I show passion, speak with passion and exude a passion that people notice. And this inspires those around me to follow their dreams and if not pursue them, think about them, toss them around in their head and dream that delicious dream. How wonderful that I can be this, if nothing else. Not only do I get to better my life but the lives of those around me, how great is that?
And it’s not a selfish passion either. I want those around me to share in it too. I can’t tell you the amount of people I know who have said to me, “I’ve always wanted to write a book.” “Do it,” I say. “If I can, then you can.” Some have even started.
I tell yah, at this point I don’t know where I’m going with this or how I’m gonna get there. But I do know I don’t want to be anywhere else. And if I can help just one person feel half as lucky as I do then I just made it that much better. So do something, anything, do that thing that you always wanted and tell someone about it, share it, even if you think it’s stupid, risk it, and inspire someone else to really live.