“Yes, I am a story-teller and it takes no effort for me to write one,
and if there’s nothing there to write I do other things with my day.
Sorry you struggle so hard to do what should come naturally to you.
Perhaps it is a sign you should do something else in life?”
Ah, that verbal dart above has been bouncing off the walls of my mind for months – never quite landing where it was intended.
At one point, I was quite happy to help support the books of this Storyteller. He was heading into the world of publishing contracts, book tours and big advances, or so he claimed. It never happened for him, for all his boasting. That was when he picked up the dart and hurled it at my head.
Over a year ago, I stopped my own writing to pursue other projects and to assist others getting published. I have been editing for wonderful indie authors, formatting ebooks, being a resource, helping to promote, and even ghostwriting. So, those were the other things I did with my day. I also stopped my personal writing because I did not want to put any words to paper. Just didn’t feel like it and didn’t want to share my thoughts. Is that unnatural?
No. That’s the path of a real writer.
Did I accept Mr. Storyteller’s advice as the golden rule of authorship?
Let’s break it down: What he really said is that it’s natural for him to stop writing, because it is effortless for him to pen a story. He does not struggle to write. To him, the rest of us are seriously flawed if we stop writing for any reason. We should “do something else in life” if we choose to step off the track.
Well, I stepped off the track, and spent my days doing a lot of other things while I was not writing. All of these things have manifested into work I love – beyond publishing and completely offline. I became a Sommelier and Wine Educator, which then led me into the “spirit” world of scotch and whisky appreciation. I’ve tasted the top 1% of wines in the world, and the most expensive spirits on the market. I love educating people on these elixirs and watching the look on their faces when the burn hits the back of their throat, and they realize they’ve gotten to sample something rare.
So, here’s your dart back, Mr. Storyteller. It never landed, as you intended it. And I was writing before you were even born.
The Spirited Quill remains. I am a writer and always will be.