Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Chasing the Dream

I'm sure everyone has already ready this post by Myra McEntire, because I know every single one of you reads Janet Reid's posts on a daily basis.

Still, when something this good comes along, I feel a duty to share.

Writing is a solitary life . . . for the most part. For me, writing is when I withdraw deeply into myself and attempt - with little success more often than not - to push away the outside world and cavort in the depths of my very warped imagination.

But, as Myra so eloquently points out in her blog post . . . I'm also writing with my beloved partner, who worships the quicksand I walk upon, right by my side. Okay, he's not technically by my side, because every few minutes he'd ask what I was doing. I-R-R-I-T-A-T-I-N-G! So, while I write he's normally upstairs in his office playing hearts. His win ratio is at 35%. He was at 34% for the longest time and swore, absolutely swore, the game was rigged so his percent would never, ever, go up. I guess he was wrong about that! Ha!

So, while I might say the writer's life is solitary, I must admit that Frank is right along beside me as I chase this crazy dream of publication. He supports me silently, for the most part. That, for me, is enough.

He doesn't have to rub my shoulders, pat me on the head, say good job, or bring me coffee and/or wine as I'm typing furiously away and trying to ignore him, the dogs, the cat, and the outside world as I struggle with that one, all important scene that will make or break the brilliant book I am writing. He doesn't have to say hey, I'm right here with you . . . oh, and I'm hungry, when's dinner because I know he's right there with me, and dinner will be ready in a few (possibly hours, but normally minutes). Ha! I just know, without a doubt that he's there for me, no matter my moods, the looks I give him when he asks me a question at the most inappropriate time, or even if I blog about the fact that he wore white socks with dress pants and shoes when we went to the theater one time. Oh, the horrors, when he crossed his legs and exposed . . . his white socks. Feet on the floor, sweetie, thanks bunches! Yes, he puts up with such snarkiness, often on a daily basis, and yet he's still there for me.

But this post isn't necessarily about thanking him, though I do. This post - yeah, long way through the woods, huh? - is about all of us recognizing that we don't chase our dreams alone, no matter how solitary we imagine our lives at times when we're immersed in the writing process. We have lives outside of writing that often intrude - cue the cat hacking up a hairball - when we are at the most delicate and intense moments of the writing process.

We chase our dreams, racing, racing, always racing toward the finish line of publication, and we are not alone in that chase. We have husbands, wives, partners, boyfriends, girlfriends, parents, brothers, sisters, children, friends, dogs, cats, horses, and perhaps a Horton who hears a Who along with us, every step of the way, even when we push them aside - not now, in a minute, just a sec, one more sentence, paragraph, chapter, can somebody let the dog out?? do i have to do everything?? geesh, what do you expect of me? - in so many different ways.

As Robyn put it we can't be everything to everyone all the time or something to that effect. There are times when we just need to be Scott, Tess, Elana, Lady Glamis, Jody, Davin, Scott (the other one), Traci, Angie, Rebecca, Marybeth, Charlie, Robyn, and so many other people whose blogs I follow - the writer. There are times when we must have our selfish moments, our 5, 10, 15, 60 minutes of time just to write, to distance ourselves from life, and know that those people who are so important in our lives, who are right there with us every step of the way on this crazy writing adventure, will be there when we come back to the real world, a little bit dazed, our eyes a bit glassy, and our language a bit different then when we first entered the realms of our imaginations.

So, take time to read Myra's post, cry a bit at the end if you want - yes, the post is that good, and that emotional - and then go tell your whoever thanks!



Robyn Campbell said...

For me Scott, if I don't realize that I can't be everything to everyone, I'll go MAD!

I have to remember that writing is very solitary(unless you have Anna by your side.) Check out my blog post today! :)

Gene is right beside me too. He lets me complain, cry, and other aggravating things. He understands. I could NOT do it without him.

We don't chase our dreams alone. Hmmm, cool thought. "How did I miss that," she mumbles. :)

Thoughtful post my friend. I love it! Thanks for the great reminder. I need to go and thank Gene. :)

Davin Malasarn said...

This is a beautiful post, Scott. You are lucky to have Frank, and Frank is lucky to have you. I'm often shocked by how willing some of my writer friends are to help me out so totally when I need them. I never feel like I can thank them enough. And, thanks to YOU for being around too!

Myra said...

Thank you so much for the kind words!

Scott said...

Robyn - dear friend, you are everything to everybody, but you're also a writer, and a dear friend. It's all a matter of balance, which you seem to be doing just fine. And thanks really go to Myra for writing such an awe inspiring post in the first place.

Davin - thanks. I am lucky to have Frank as a part of my life, as well as my other friends, and my blogging friends. I truly am grateful for every blogger out there who, on a daily basis, lets me know I'm not alone on this crazy writing journey.

Myra - you're welcome. Your post was truly inspiring, and much needed. : )

Jody Hedlund said...

I'm having one of those days today, where I just feel torn between so many people. I finally had to run upstairs and just do something completely quiet and boring--fold and put away laundry. Yes. That's all it took, a few minutes away, by myself!

Scott said...

Jody - folding laundry? Seriously? I despise folding laundry. It's lucky Frank normally does that, and the vacuuming. Okay, I took out two pieces of furniture with a vacuum. It's not like it was in the same day. Still, I no longer have to vacuum. Woo-hoo! My time away is normally bonding with the dogs and cat.

ElanaJ said...

Scott, you post stuff like this because you know I don't make it to the agent blogs. Right? Right.

I'll go read it.

But your post is very poignant. And so true. There are people there, supporting us - even if it's silent support. So I better go say thanks!

Scott said...

Elana - you're right. It's all about you! : ) I think Myra's original post, and my sad imitation, is just a gentle reminder that their are others in our life sharing our dream. We just tend not to see them because we're so immersed in our brilliant writing. : )

Marybeth Poppins said...

What a lovely post (and not just because you mentioned my name...that was a huge surprise!) Sometimes it is easy to forget those who walk beside us in our journey.

Though I totally think they should pat our head, rub our shoulders and bring us wine....just saying....

Great Post Scott :)

Scott said...

Marybeth – I think it’s way too easy to forget those who are right there beside us, because we become so used to them being there. And, yeah, I could do with that shoulder rub and the wine . . . but a certain very hot place has a better chance of freezing over. I’m just saying . . .

As for the mention . . . how could I not mention the person who consistently tries to beat me at Bejeweled Blitz??

Stacy Nyikos said...

Amen, Halelujah...where' the tylenol!

I just posted about my husband being home this week and finally getting a chance to "see" what it is I do. He's a great supporter, but I can't agree more about carving out that writing time, even if it does feel selfish now and again.

Stina Lindenblatt said...

I saw your comment on Elana J's blog yesterday. Great idea about the family visit survival kit. I think I have to get me to a liquor store pronto. ;-)

Scott said...

Stacy – I read your post yesterday. Sorry, didn’t comment. Yesterday was one of those, for the most part, read, make mental note to comment . . . and then, what was I supposed to remember to do. : )

Stina – thanks for dropping by. Yes, the Family Visit Kit is a must have in my house, and that of my siblings, whenever we all gather together. There’s only so much of each other we can take . . . without the Family Visit Kit!