Yes, I call myself a writer

Over the past few days I have unintentionally initiated quite the debate on my facebook page. The cynicism, sarcasm and disbelief over the healthcare debate I have posted in my status has riled up my sister-in-law (out of four kids, she’s the only one who doesn’t have the liberal views of her siblings, including, thankfully, my husband) and a former Sunday School/Bible School (boy)friend. But I have also gotten thank yous and Amens! from high school classmates and current friends.

I am not a political person. I never read the paper and the news is usually background noise to me, but once in a while my ears perk up. When I believe injustice is occurring (opposition to same sex marriage) or people are making insane accusations (Obama is a Muslim), I get really miffed.

However, I’m not a debater. Conflict makes me uncomfortable. Rightly or wrongly, I’m not a fighter. I can’t think on my feet, I think with my pen (keyboard). And I think with my heart.

I have many things I want to say in response to the comments that were made on my facebook page. But today’s not the day. I only have two precious hours to sit in the air-conditioned bookstore and just write before I have to pick up Tator.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about when all that “other stuff” was on my mind and I wanted it off. And then I clicked on my google reader and saw this:

Call yourself a writer?

Why, yes, I do. Gotta read this one, thought I. And then at the bottom of the post I saw this:

I’m tagging Blues of a Waxwing, J. Lucy Muses, Motherhood: The Final Frontier, Some Mothers Do ‘Ave Em and This Is Worthwhile but feel free to do it even if you weren’t tagged.

I’ve been tagged. Love it! And incidentally, I’ve been tagged by the one person who makes me feel inferior when it comes to “reporting” opinion on the news of the day. Noble Savage is a journalist by trade. She know her stuff and she’s not afraid to tell it like she sees it. She is one of the reasons I’m not quite up to telling it like I see it today (maybe tomorrow after I’ve a chance to think with my mind and my heart). So, thank you NS for the following meme.

Which words do you use too much in your writing?

Actually, just, and really.

What’s your favourite piece of writing by you?

For its honesty and the response it drew, this one. For its silliness, this one. For the therapy of telling a painful story, this one. And for my mommy world in all its glory, this one.

What blog post do you wish you’d written?

Due to my constant inability to keep up with all the blogs I’ve already bookmarked and my fear of falling in love with more if I follow too many links, there aren’t too many options for this answer. I’d have to say pretty much anything by Noble Savage (did I mention how much I admire her informed rants?) and this honest description of normal, womanly, motherly despair and the self-prescribed solution by Lia Mack.

Regrets, do you have a few? Is there anything you wish you hadn’t written?

I do regret how much time writing this blog has taken from my family and any “real” writing (for possible publication). I do regret how some posts are not examples of my greatest writing, but I don’t regret any particular posts.

How has your writing made a difference? What do you consider your most important piece of writing?

I don’t have a large following *yet* so I don’t know that I’ve made that much of an impact on the world at this point. But although no one has told me my writing has made a difference to them I have had positive response to a few of my posts. The one with the greatest response was this one asking mothers to keep talking so we can stop judging ourselves. I believe this to be so important.

This blog has made a difference to a friend of mine. She also started writing one only to discover it is therapeutic and that she, too wants to be a Writer. That makes me cry!

Name three favourite words

Debit or credit

…And three words you’re not so keen on

I’m soaked, mama! (at 2am)

Do you have a writing mentor, role model or inspiration?

In the world of writing I have a number: Julia Cameron, Barbara Kingsolver, Madeleine L’Engle, Anais Nin. In my new career of teaching journal-writing, it is Kathleen Adams.

What’s your writing ambition?

Immediate: To write everyday. Near Future: To be published in Brain, Child. Long Term: To make a living as a freelance writer and teacher.

What is the best compliment you’ve ever gotten about your writing?

That I am inspiring.

The rules:
If you have time to do this meme, then please link to my original, then link to three to five other bloggers and pass it on, asking them to answer your questions and link to you. You can add, remove or change one question as you go. You absolutely do not have to be what you may think of as a “published” or “successful” writer to respond to this meme, I hope people can take the time to reflect on what their blogging has brought them and how it has been useful to others.

I tag: Raising Smart Girls, Heidi’s Notes from Vermont, and Slightly Irrational

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3 thoughts on “Yes, I call myself a writer

  1. Don't worry about not feeling up to fighting against the ignorance going on on your Facebook page. We all have to pick our battles and it sounds like this one is not worth fighting, especially if you have family involved in the debate. You did enough by simply putting your opinion and some information out there for others to mull over.

    I'm flattered at your kind compliments of my blog but know that I feel the same of yours. I think you are a fantastic, honest, witty wordsmith and I admire that you have been able to turn your writing passions into an actual career. My hat is off to you.

  2. Joanna – thank you so much for tagging me. I am in the middle of many appointments (eye-doctor/dentist, etc) but I will play along as soon as I'm able. Right now I could technically try it, but I'm reading your most recent post and I do relate to that as well. Peace, my friend!

    Casey

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