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A phoenix rises from the ashes! My WDC blog is BACK for random chattering! |
| I rise from a broken reality to create a new one in the mascarade ball that we call life. |
| Apparently there’s a writing prompt today to describe your perfect day. A nice exercise, but I think it’s asking the wrong question for ultimate happiness. This is about what you want, but a better question would be what do you need? They often aren’t the same thing. I’d love to have been a bestselling author for the past 20 years, but the fact is that I might have let go of the security of my day job, and not prepared adequately for retirement if I hit that goal in my 20’s or 30’s. At this point, I’m determined to get a return on my investment, and I believe that shift in perspective has purified my intentions. I’m not writing to get away from a normal life. I’m writing to enhance it for myself and my readers now. And hopefully, I’ve grown as a writer over the past couple of decades on this journey. I still claim being a bestselling, well-respected, award-winning writer, but I claim it as another part of who I already am, not a hostage to my happiness. It’s not a requirement for perfection. The growth is encouraging, and gives me joy. These steps are not only moving it forward, but creating valuable connections and relationships with others who love books as much as I do. And isn’t the journey as valuable (if not more valuable) than the destination? Perfection is nice to ponder, but it isn’t reality. Let’s move forward considering what we need to create the best reality possible. That’s all today. Have a happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend! Sherri F. Moorer https://www.amazon.com/Sherri-Fulmer-Moorer/e/B005G5DW9U http://www.sherrithewriter.com/ |
| I was recently surprised to find myself envious when somebody announced an accomplishment. Envy isn't like me, so it caused me to question myself and my motivations. Why was I suddenly so green? I didn't really want what they had! I decided to pause and consider what I really want, and the answer came to me: I'd like to see the fruits of my labors. I'm not striving for a fancy vacation, or a higher title. I'd just like to conquer my anxiety, and to see my writing finally have a breakthrough and grow to reach more readers. That's it. Not even fame and fortune. Well, fortune would be nice. Retirement is on the horizon, after all. I felt ashamed of this realization, because I believe it's about having a authentic journey of discovery, which I am. It has been a lot of work, and there has been progress, slow and steady. I guess my envy came from finally wanting to see that "big" moment of cheers and raining confetti saying "yay, you did it!" And yet, shedding my old "role self" and finally embracing my full "authentic self" is in itself exciting and fascinating. To me, anyway. Nobody else cares about my existential crisis. That's ok. It's a personal discovery, anyway, and the impacts on others will be all good. That's my intention, anyway. Maybe that "yay" moment will come. Maybe it will be the evolution of life through steady progress. That's more likely, and I'm good with that. I don't think confronting myself is bad, though, because as my husband said this morning "you're human, and you need to let yourself be human." True. These thoughts will come, and it's ok to feel them. They need space to be heard. The important thing is to confront yourself to find truth, and to take it with you on the journey. That's all today. Bye, Sherri F. Moorer https://www.amazon.com/Sherri-Fulmer-Moorer/e/B005G5DW9U http://www.sherrithewriter.com/ |
| I finally completed rewrites on Singularity, my novel-in-progress, after nearly 3 weeks of intensive effort. The beta reads I received before Christmas were helpful, and it feels good to have what my "magnum opus" (to date) coming alive. It's definitely better than it was. I felt invincible as I hit the "Save" button and thought "I'm killing it! Now time to move back to short stories." Then I looked at my fiction journal, and came back down to Earth. In the past year, I've written three viable stories, and two of those are questionable. Crap! It still confounds me that I can write novels naturally, but I struggle with short stories. Then again, this seems to be a theme in my life. I can cook a mean macaroni and cheese casserole, but my green bean casserole is marginal. I have two happy, healthy parrots, and two withering houseplants. The retirement accounts are growing impressively, the daily checking account not so much. In school, I excelled at math and science and stunk at history, which is nothing but rote memorization. Go figure. I guess I drift toward complexity. Or at least, I work harder at it. I do focus on novels (and my parrots, and that mac & cheese casserole) more. Maybe my short stories would improve if I gave them the same attention as I give the novels. I thought I did, but apparently I don't. I'm not giving up. That is, after all, why I'm here: to grow and improve at the shorter forms. But those houseplants might be doomed. Parrots literally call for attention. Plants do not. Happy Friday! Sherri F. Moorer https://www.amazon.com/Sherri-Fulmer-Moorer/e/B005G5DW9U http://www.sherrithewriter.com/ |
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