"Keep Your Hands and Feet Inside the Car at All Times"

>> Saturday, September 3, 2011

Being a writer is one wild roller coaster ride.

Twisty turns, mountaintop highs, and the inevitable death drops. It's all a part of it.

This week, I was "fortunate" enough to hit every one of them.

I was so excited to get my blog up, despite the challenges. There was quite a learning curve as I had never used Blogger before and found myself frustrated. A lot.

“Please be sure your seat belt is firmly fastened.”

My perfectionist streak started to peep through, as I wanted it “just right” before launching into the blogosphere. At last, it came together after a momentary meltdown over a corrupted widget and then…

My brain cells departed.

I knew I should be working on posts. And there was plenty going on in my head. Writing is one profession where it is completely acceptable to admit to the voices pinging within. Every few minutes, some random thought would invade and I’d race to record it before it deserted me.

Occasionally I’d look at the Post-Its, discarded envelopes, and scraps of paper that littered my house. Being a conscientious secretary-type, I even made a folder for them.

Every now and then I’d try to decipher the scribbling. Some still resonated as good ideas. Others meant absolutely nothing. Tidbits of greatness had morphed into gibberish.

“All loose articles must be secured.”

And there was work to contend with. Even though I’m “only a secretary,” by the end of the day, my brain is the consistency of Cream of Wheat. I write well when I’m slightly tired and relaxed but exhaustion is not conducive to the flow of creative juices.

Little niggles of doubt started to invade. What had I gotten myself into? For all my bravado, would I now crash and burn?

I started to question the wisdom of this whole endeavor and before too long, my inner-lioness had turned into a mewling kitten, curled in the fetal position. My blog was supposed to be based on writing without fear. And here I was giving into the very thing that I had gained victory over. Or so I thought.

"Screaming is perfectly acceptable."

Friday night came and I lay sprawled in my easy chair. It had been a long week and my fears had ramped up to epic proportion. Panic began to set in. I knew I needed to get to work. Even opened a draft. Then closed it. Just wasn’t going to happen.

Ended up going to bed really early.

"Thank you for riding and we hope you enjoy your day!"

But the sun always comes up and I awoke refreshed. It’s amazing what a good night’s rest and a long weekend will do for the attitude. I went for a wonderful walk/run and came home raring to go, gray matter rejuvenated. 

"Welcome to the 'Fear Factor.' Just a couple of things before we take off..."

It appeared the roller coaster was leaving the station once again.

Time to get my roar on.

It’s gonna be a wild ride.


dandelionfleur September 3, 2011 at 3:40 PM  

You've got your roar on! Beautiful blog, Kim--and I can't wait to hear how you live/write without fear--won't that do us all some good????

Joanne Sher September 3, 2011 at 4:20 PM  

I LOVE this post, Kim. I can so very VERY relate to it. Keep 'em comin!

Nicole Mandeville September 4, 2011 at 12:10 AM  

Keep it going. It's almost like having Miranda back....only better!

Nicole Mandeville September 4, 2011 at 6:26 PM  

I have been thinking... Whenever you need a push to keep moving you just ask yourself, "Am I a Lioness or a Flamingo?" That should help you move forward!

Rita Garcia September 6, 2011 at 12:30 AM  

Looove this post! It makes me feel wild and free--no worries I'll keep my hands and feet inside the car!

Sparrow September 6, 2011 at 12:57 AM  

Welcome to the bloggesphere, Kim!

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