As some of you may recall from earlier posts, I'm taking part in the "Writer's Platform Building Crusade" spearheaded by Rachael Harrie. You can read about (or sign up for) this great blog-sharing-for-the-sake-of-building-followers idea here. And check out my sidebar for links to all my fellow crusader's blogs!
Anyway, we are being issued a challenge this week. And it is to write a post that starts with
"I sat down to write the other day and..."
my cat, Alex, jumped into my lap. He nudged my hand and looked up at me and said, "just who the heck do you think you are? You aren't a writer! You are Megan the mom, the wife, the sister, the daughter, the participating parent, the dutiful employee, the friend. Isn't that good enough?"
"Geez, Alex! You weight as much as an elephant and you're a buzz kill. Get off my lap."
"No way. I need some attention and love and if you are going to be all distracted with this crazy new idea that you can write a picture book or two, I'm going to demand my fair share of your time."
"Look, cat. I know I can be all of those other things and write too. It is a juggling act, but I'm good at juggling. Besides, I need something for me."
"I thought your family and friends and everything else were already for you."
"Well, I suppose they are. I'm blessed a million times over. But another one of my blessings is my creative self and it wouldn't it be wrong to deny myself that?"
"Whatever. What makes you think you can write anyway? You've never been a person who creates, you interpret. Theater was just building off of someone else's creative work."
"I don't know for sure that I can create whole worlds. I mean, I would never come up with a world that involved quidditch, paintings that move and interact, and invisibility cloaks. But maybe I can tap into my childhood imagination and have something interesting to share. And maybe encourage other children to tap into their imaginations.
"You have lofty goals for someone who doesn't know what they are doing."
"I'll shoot for the moon and maybe land on Mars, but at least I'm out there!"
"I'm tired of your lap. I need to go take a lengthy bath in the hallway and then chase an invisible bug."
"I'm changing your name to Freud."