Oh My, What’s This??
Last week I finished a manuscript I have been working on for what feels like all of my life. I don’t say that in an ominous or overly dramatic way, but in a matter-of-fact sort of way — that’s just the way it feels. I have lived, breathed, and dreamed within the words of this manuscript, for what feels like ages.
I sometimes wonder if I was born with this book already inside me. I kinda think I was. Like back in May of 1970, when Dr. Whitton delivered me, he turned to my parents and exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” then added, ”Oh my, what’s this? What are these papers??”
The writing process is one that’s all consuming, at least for this particular girl. It’s a slow-high, brain-churning exercise, filled with more delete-backspacing than forward keystrokes at times. But it fills me up. From tip to toe.
I’ve found that writing is a process of letting go. With each word I type, delete, re-type, massage into sentence structures — ultimately, I must let go. Let go of my attachment to the words, to their message, to whether or not they will be embraced, rejected, cherished, ignored, rebuffed…. After all, that’s what trust is all about — letting go.
To trust is to let go of your anger, worries, fears, demons — whatever is gripping you. However, like some things in life, trust and letting go can easily fall into the category of “easier said than done” — until you learn how, that is. Continue Reading