RCGale (http://rcgale.com/) has put out a challenge asking people to share what gives them the courage to create, our doubts, and how we find our first word. Challenge accepted, but based on what I sometimes read on the internet and blogosphere I suspect that my response will not be something with which very many can relate, but no matter, you asked. The real challenge will be to write about myself since I prefer writing about ideas, but here goes.
Am I a truly a Creative? I wonder… I write because I am a writer, a “teacher,” a sharer of insights, ideas and information – I am a Wordsmith. It takes no courage for me to write in the same way it takes no courage for a bird to fly – it is the outpouring of who I am, with no tinge of arrogance or indifference. So if I do not wrestle in this way, do I even qualify?
It is gratifying when others appreciate my offerings, but lacking a huge following causes no sense of doubt, fear or angst because being just another voice in a big world is a fact of life, and I have done my best. I don’t write to be validated. I am not seeking to impress or offend, receive accolades or awards and, since I am not paid to write, I cannot be fired – I am free! Agree or disagree, follow or ignore, I continue sharing what cries at the door of my soul to be let out, be it practical, thought-provoking, humorous or profound.
It also helps that I am not twenty-something, thirty-something or even forty-something — maturity makes a difference. I have…
- read enough – and broadly enough,
- observed and learned enough,
- lived long enough in enough places,
- and (most importantly) walked long enough with my Maker and Savior
that I have developed the perspective and confidence to simply Be.
Sometimes the impetus is that I see, read, hear or learn something, but it is incomplete, not all there, or not well expressed, and then I feel impelled to write about it, and if nothing strikes me, I don’t. My first words come about because they best express the idea. Yes, taking the time to find the right words and craft them into a form that is succinct and well-written, even arranging them just so…can take hours or even longer. It is work, but then again how can one truly call something work when it is so satisfying?