“Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.” Proverbs 16:24
Like most writers, developing words into expressions of thought happened sometime in my childhood years. My first memorable poem, Misty Blue, was written for my mother who was the heart of love in our home. Writing was like breathing… a natural reflex.
It wasn’t until my early thirties I embraced the fact I was a writer. Then came the awkward years of sharing my work with other writers and I struggled with opening myself up. I felt like a budding teen all over again, tripping over first-time writer’s mistakes.
For several years, I belonged to a Milwaukee Christian Writer’s Group. There I began using my gift to glorify the Creator of all words, God. I found encouragement and camaraderie with mature writers. My writing grew…
Years of seeking my writer’s voice followed. What should I write? “Write what you know,” came the answer again and again from my new friends. I did just that. I learned to submit stories and to experience rejection. Short essays, devotional stories, children’s fiction, and education pieces emerged those early years.
As my confidence grew, I began publishing chapbooks on my home computer. Kids Can Write was my first master piece. I used it to teach several classes of home educated children. Empty Nest Devotions followed and became a collection of personal stories, Bible based, of the letting-go-years. How to Write a Chapbook bloomed as I became proficient at formatting and design. Though I was involved with different types of writing, poetry was my hidden voice and it would unveil itself during needed support.
While I was home bound with my elderly father, he suffered from Alzheimer’s, I decided to publish. Gathering a list of writers I had been introduced to through the years, a quarterly CHATTELS of the Heart emerged. I published for three years. Poets nationwide, and even international, found our little corner of the world. CHATTELS of the Heart’s focus was on up-lifting poems and devotions with a Creation basis. When the economy spiraled down, I could no longer publish my little rag.
During those publishing years, I sponsored two local Writer’s Conferences. I knew novice writers in need of encouragement and training. I was surrounded by successful writers also. After doing the math, it was an obvious connection. The conference, though a lot of work, went well helping many get started and encouraging others. Writing can be a very lonely endeavor.
Life gets busy. I became annoyed with finding a book agent. Four or five book manuscripts are hidden in my computer banks waiting the 5th and 6th rewrites as I wait for an open door. The market is a jungle. Some days it felt like I was hiking through a dense forest. Where’s the fun in that?
Lately, I’ve felt the yearning once again to incorporate word play in my day. I started by reorganizing my extensive files of essays, devotions, and poems. I touched based with old writing acquaintances. Finally, I created a blog!
The old question of, “What should I write?” came up again. My blog started as a journal in 2010. Most recently, it has wafted into a poetry blog. That hidden poet’s voice final is center stage. I’ve found some wonderful on-line poetry sites. Many are willing to stop by, enjoy my poems and comment. I’m blessed over and over again as I visit other poet’s blogs.
What does the future hold? I’m not sure. My heart is to write for children, but for the moment blogging poetry is satisfying my writer’s itch.