I remember the day I wrote my first fiction story. I know that sounds odd, but I do. Well, I had written a skit or two in high school. And there was probably a paper here and there that was fictional, but not a real fiction story.
I majored on non-fiction. I edited projects for others. I wrote corporate letters and proposals. I wrote Bible studies and lessons. I even wrote puppet skits (which, of course, are fiction, but quite different). I wrote all kinds of things. But not an actual fiction story.
Then I started working on a line of curriculum for children’s ministry (available at ChildrensChurchStuff.com) and I wanted to include a fiction story. Kids love stories, right? Actually, we all do.
I was working on a children’s church lesson about thankfulness. I decided I could do it. Why did I decide I could?
I HAVE NO IDEA!
But I did it.
I went to the Zoo (we have a fabulous zoo in St. Louis). I sat on the patio of the Lakeside Cafe and wrote. I had a pad of paper (not exciting, but serviceable) and a pen and I went at it.
I wrote Hal, The Seal Feeder and I loved it. It’s one thing to write something. It’s another thing to really like it.
And I did.
From that point forward it was as if a vein had been opened. I can write fiction anytime I choose (seriously, that line is fact not fiction).
It’s weird to think that that sentence is true.
I can write fiction anytime I want.
On demand. For a deadline. Upon request. About anything (remember it’s fiction).
That’s what it’s like to be a writer. You just write. And write. And edit. And re-write. And write some more.
And I love it. I hope you write at times in your life, even if it is a sweet personal note or a thoughtful thank you card. It’s lovely to take a thought from inside of you and share it with others. Fiction or non.
Can you remember the “moment” that your dream became a reality? Or a “moment” when your reality changed? What was that moment?
The moment when someone said, “I am in this writing group.” I replied, “I love to write too.” That was the end of the beginning.
There have been several, but one is when I wrote “The End” in a novel. Another, after years of editing that novel, holding it in my hands.
The End is a lovely thing to write or type (if it really is The End). 🙂