What if I told you I copy other people’s work? I actually use pen and paper to hand write their words into my notebooks. I do this for work writing and for “fun” writing and I do it often. I have notebooks whose pages are swollen with the abundance of words, the covers unable to close tight or contain the brilliant ideas held within.
Does that color your opinion of me?
It has certainly colored my opinion of myself; as I feel the pen engage, the words flowing easily, something in me releases and I begin to feel like a writer. My own thoughts, ideas and words spill onto the page and suddenly I am not copying; I am creating, I am writing, I am free.
And that is the crux of the matter – I begin to feel like a writer. Let me say that again – I begin to feel like a writer. Louder this time, I felt that all the way to my toes – I feel like a writer!!
For more years than I care to admit I have written furtively, uncertain of my place in that arena. Always wishing I had the courage to step into the light, bare my soul, venture forth on the only path left on my dream-life list. In this least likely of places I found a safe haven; funny how life unfurls.
What lies deep in your heart, afraid of failure, of not being enough?
If there is even the tiniest whisper inviting you to create, you must listen to it, you must honor it, you must allow yourself to release it to the world. And copying those who have gone before may be a great place to begin.