The Reason Some of Us Don’t Admit We are Writers

I found this post in the ash heap of my drafts folder.
Written last August.

* * *

SOMEWHERE ALONG I-85,
en route to Atlanta,
I wonder where I left off
with the story I am sharing
and what to write next.

I’m all done, I decide.
I don’t have anything else I want to say.

But then, right away, comes this other thought:

It’s not about whether you have anything to say.
What about the child?
Does she have anything else she wants to say?

And see here?
This is just the kind of nutsiness
that goes on
when you write,
and the reason,
I’m convinced,
some of us
are well along in years
before conceding we are writers,
not wanting to associate ourselves
with nutsiness beyond
that which has already been thrust upon us
by the actions of others.

I’m only half-joking.

Young, I heard the word ‘writer’
and imagined
Hemingway
in a garret
with a bottle.

Not my life’s dream, that.

Of course,
now I know
loads of writers
with neither garrets nor bottles.

It’s especially difficult
in a home with dysfunction
to see your wiring,
what with all the mirrors that might reflect it
standing cockeyed.

 

Child of Alcoholic Series

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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3 Responses to The Reason Some of Us Don’t Admit We are Writers

  1. pastordt says:

    Like this one a lot.

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  2. Juliana says:

    As do I! I’ve loved this entire series

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  3. Marilyn says:

    I’m glad!

    Seriously, I didn’t think of myself as a writer until I was in my 40s, though I was a prolific letter-writer for at least 20 years before that.

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