I doubt I’m the only person to hear variants of this admonition as a child. My mother called with her reminder to show appreciation for being included in a party or excursion nearly every time I left the house. And though this phrase, ‘don’t forget to say thank you’ echoes in my head even now, it seems inadequate for moments like this.
During the last several months, I’ve shared bits of my professional and personal roles and blogged on the applications for writing fiction. Though I hope to guest at some point on Gem State Writers, it’s time to wrap my turn as a regular.
I’ll still visit and comment. Really, who could resist sharing the richness offered by the ladies on this site? I’m looking forward to reading GSW’s newest additions. Crimeny, I’m getting weepy as I write this because the decision was so much more complicated than restructuring my schedule.
Will my fellow bloggers be angry?
Will I lose friends?
Am I making a seriously stupid mistake?
My answers – at least to the first two questions – came swiftly.
No, I couldn’t imagine a more supportive and accepting group of women.
No, my friends are amazing people and I’m blessed by their entry into my life.
But the third question? I hope not, but we can’t really know. I do hold onto one certainty. Like the bloggers and readers of this site, I will continue to write and engage with like-minded souls. And, as I wrote in the following excerpt from a 7/26/11 blog entitled ‘Limitless’, I will . . .
“. . . Embrace serendipity. We are on the cusp of something wonderful. At 30, 40 – or 50.
This picture, snapped by a friend with a cell phone from a crumbling asphalt parking lot in an overcrowded visitor center on the edge of Lake Tahoe, captures the power of chaos.
A limitless vista of small choices leading to grand experiences.
Dichotomies might be easier for my feeble human brain, but as a writer, I know the most interesting characters have infinite dimensions. The hero might be a villain but for a single step (or cough, or sneeze, or . . . you get the picture even if it isn’t poetic). I’m not arguing we should neglect taking action, or choosing a path, but sometimes –
When I hear people discuss their writing journey, they say ‘if not for’, ‘this error led me’ or ‘if I hadn’t taken the time to’. Upon reflection, they appreciate even the difficulties en route to cherished moments.
Sitting in my metaphorical kayak, I could look back toward a woman, standing in a parking lot, snapping a picture with her cell phone. Or I could look forward, toward the next (God willing) thirty years.
Even without a clear path, the view is amazing.”
Thank you for including me on Gem State Writers.