Monday, April 18, 2016

Dragon from the Land Beyond Fantasy

How Did I Get Here? - Um, since it's Monday, and since this blog post is inspired by a ten year-old, I won't beg you to go into the specifics.  Cabbage patch, maybe?  Wink, wink.

I'm Not Writing What I Want - If you agree, if you're writing anything but what you thought you'd be when your head was filled with dreams of how life would be after grad school, welcome. You're in great company: mine.  And, oh, about a gazillion others.

What Happened?  I started out writing fantasy and poetry in grade school.  Yea, me!  I got so many atta-girls from my teachers.  In high school, I got hung up on Poe.  What's not to love, right?  My teachers--yep, it's always the teachers, isn't it?--hugeazz wink, wink--focused on stuff like rhyme in Annabelle Lee, while I drooled secretly over the suspenseful thrill thinking about the tell-tale heart and that oh-so-sharp swinging pendulum gave me.  I couldn't wait to get out of class and write my own Poe-like tales.

When Did I Know I Wasn't a Writer? I've always known I was born to be a writer.  You have, too. But between grade school (I skipped kindergarten: too danged smart for 'em) and my undergrad years, I picked up some bad behavior, motivated by what others, many others, told me I needed to do and think in order to be a writer.  Some of it included diagramming sentences, some of it involved deconstructing subtext, yada-yada.  You get the idea?  My whole self, my entire creative self, simply got subverted, redirected and misdirected. 

It's taken me years of stilted writing and attempts to learn how not to write what--and how--others have told me I need to. I've finally learned the only rule that matters: obey the inner child. 

What Do Dragons Have to Teach Us? - This weekend, I went to a writer's meetup at the Crown Plaza in Cincinnati.  I was sicker than a dog, din't want to go, but I pushed and, thanks to friends, made it.  But while I was sitting there, between trips to the bathroom, this little ten year-old named Katie showed up at my table and started telling me about her novel, Dragon from the Land Beyond Fantasy.  Jawdrop! This little kiddo, with dark brown curls and all sequined out in a cute outfit, starts telling me how she's a writer, how she's finishing this novel and working on her next. 

Katie's enthusiasm was boundless.  While she knew her genre and could hold her own with every writer at the conference, she didn't worry about any of that crap. She just held us all spellbound, rattled off her logline, her plot, and on and on.  

Wow!  I sat with tears in my eyes, not only because Katie was one superb kiddo, but because I felt more energized than I'd ever been in my entire writing life.  I'd reconnected with the most important part of me, my inner child.

Katie came back to get her picture taken with me.  I felt honored.  I couldn't hold back my tears of joy, and I encouraged her to come find me when she got Dragon from the Land Beyond Fantasy finished.

I think that kiddo was secretly a little dragon sent from the land beyond fantasy to remind me what's important about being a writer. 

Have you met your dragon?  Where?  Tell me.  It's Monday, so let's inspire.  

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