Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Insecure Writer's Support Group - January 2015
By way of introduction, I have been writing since 1999. Aside from articles and essays, I published a memoir, "Following the Whispers," in 2009. I am currently writing my first novel (after 35 or so years writing non-fiction). The process is not pretty, which leads me to my post for this month. But before that, I'll say I am happily married, live in Albuquerque, NM, enjoy folk dancing, singing, reading, hiking, and hanging out with friends.
I thought I was done. After five years, multiple rounds with my editor, losing count of how many drafts, I was ready to publish. Until I decided to hire someone to help research small publishers. To do that, she needed to read the book. And when she did, she had a few thoughts. Her thought about the last part of my book was that it felt like a different story--like it didn't belong in this book. Ugh!
But when I reflected upon her thoughts, I remembered that my idea for the last section of the book came from a story I had written in a college fiction class. It felt right when I was writing the first draft of my novel to include it. And I never questioned it. But she was right.
So now I am going inward and allowing this last part of my story to emerge. Organically. Authentically. From the same place the other two parts came. My same old insecurities have emerged. Will it come? Will it be any good? Can I do it? I already know the answers to these questions. Yes, Yes and yes. I just have to keep reminding myself.
How about you?