Today was a good dayIntroduction by Norah Wilson
Today’s blog is a very special one. I have a friend--a Golden Heart finalling, Daphne DuMaurier Award winning, amazing talented writer friend--who recently battled cancer. She’d often said how important it was for writers to take joy in the creative act of writing itself, since we’d be in a sorry spot if we derive all of our writing-related happiness purely from external sources. I asked her if she’d like to blog about this for the Noodlers during Writers Health month. Her initial gut response was something along the lines of Ack! No way! Of course, she kept that reaction to herself until she could give the idea a second and third thought. I’m so pleased to report that she DID write a blog for us, but as you’ll see, the whole experience is still too fresh for first person. Without further ado, here it is:
Once upon a time there was a woman who decided she wanted to write. She wrote and wrote and wrote. For ten years she wrote stories no one wanted to buy. Only her friends read them. Which was okay because she was having a good time, she was learning.
One day her life took a tragic turn. Within the space of a year, she watched three people she loved die. She stopped writing, although her stories were still in her head. And then because carrying the burden of her world demanded a price, she grew seriously ill. She realized to survive, she had to let go of the past. She couldn’t envision a future.
Eventually the woman grew stronger and healthier. She resumed her life but her world was different and she questioned everything. When she thought it might be time to start writing again, she had to ask herself why? Only her friends would likely read what she wrote. The answer, she discovered, is she likes who she is when she writes. Through the act of creation, she is in communion with herself.
There is no happy-ever-after ending to this story. But today, the woman wrote.
Today was a good day.