Hold on, wait a minute, let me grab a large cup of coffee because this may take a while….
Let me start by saying that nothing is wrong. There has been no tragic upheaval or anything like that for me, thank GOD! I’ve just been busy, with real life stuff. It’s kind of cool actually.
Anyway, I have decided to stop doing the weekly baking challenge. It is just too much for me right now to try and keep up. I’ve started using my weekends to catch up on other things like studying, reading, and writing a book. Yes, that book. The book I’ve been trying to write for years and years. More on this later though.
I am not abandoning the baking challenge completely. I would hate to do that, I have learned to hate quitting. Plus, I still have five books to giveaway! So, I think I can manage a challenge once a month to coincide with the rest of the book giveaways. Look for those soon, starting in August.
Earlier I mentioned studying. I am taking an online certification course via Mediabistro for Public Relations. I’ve been taking those classes since the beginning of the year. However, I have also signed up to attend a local study group for the Public Relations Accreditation course and process which is something completely different from the Mediabistro class. And trust me, the first week alone has had me scrambling. These people are serious! But you know what? I love it.
CrossFit is still very important to me so I am carving out time for that as well. I hope I never have to give up CrossFit. It has done so much for me – other than physically. It has given me confidence I never knew I had and with such a positive attitude as well. CrossFit, to me, is also spiritual. Maybe one day I can write about it more articulately, in an essay.
I am still going to do the Nora Ephron series and continue to grow the writing community at The Nora Guild. In fact, we are having our first event in August – an author reading. I have arranged three local authors to come together and give a 20 minute reading (each) of their latest work. Look for that promotion soon.
You know, writing has been my love and passion for a very long time. Every single endeavor I have ever gone off to pursue, leaving my writing behind, I would eventually come back to it, every single time.
However, for the last year or so, I thought I was cured of writing. I put my little manuscript away, hiding it so it would never again remind me of my failure. And I was beginning to trudge along quite nicely thank you. I was enjoying everything, finally. I was happy and content with exactly where I was at this particular time in my life. This is unusual for me. The kids graduating high school and moving on with their lives; Daughter in community college and Son going off to The Guard. Job was going well and I carved out a new role for myself there, you know, like an actual career. Blogging was coming along, finally settled into ONE blog and ONE theme. At 47-years of age, I was beginning to enjoy myself. You know, things were good. Life was good. I had forgotten about my story, my book.
And while I wasn’t paying attention, I attended an event earlier in July and a friend asked me out of the blue how my book was coming along. I had no idea this friend knew I was writing a book. I reckon, being the social media guru that he is, he was paying attention on Twitter when I used to Tweet about it a year ago.
I stammered for an answer for my friend and eventually I had to admit that I had quit writing and threw that manuscript under the bed to collect dust bunnies. He gave me some sage advice and I thanked him but left there that evening feeling inspired. Yet, I did nothing with that inspiration.
Apparently I needed yet another nudge from Above. Last week, I attended a brunch. I will write more about this extensively in essay form or may even put in the memoir I am writing – as an introduction. I’ll just tell you this, it lit a fire under my ass. Okay, let me try again without being so harsh. The brunch experience filled my heart with hope, joy, and overflowing love, peace, and clear direction. I have shared this experience with two women friends and I have written it down in a journal. Oh yes, a clear-cut intent and acceptation.
And you know what? This resolution (which was pretty much made for me) could not have come at a more inconvenient time. Dude! I am super busy right now and fairly happy and content with my life the way it is thank you very much! Normally, when I go running back to my writing with my tail between my legs it is because I failed at one of the many new non writing endeavors.
But this? This time? The way in which it was delivered? It was not of me. I was not ready for it. I was not prepared. And ever since that brunch, it has been weighing on me and I’ve been thinking about it constantly. So I started writing. And now more and more is coming forth from a source I never tapped into before. I am trying not to freak out. I am trying to just do the job, deliver the words onto paper (or computer screen).
So here’s the deal – We are writing. We are writing my story. We are writing my book. I’ll be a little busy and preoccupied.
Creativity itself doesn’t care at all about results – the only thing it craves is the process. Learn to love the process and let whatever happens next happen, without fussing too much about it. Work like a monk, or a mule, or some other representative metaphor for diligence. Love the work. Destiny will do what it wants with you, regardless. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert
I am the mule.
CarolAnnMarks.com – Writer. Blogger. Baptizing the ordinary and mundane with my very own vein of levity.