A friend of mine in the restaurant industry says he has this unfounded fear: “When I unlock the doors, I am terrified that no one is going to show.” This will never happen to him, I am quite sure.
I understand that momentary, almost paralyzing fear, however. For me, it’s a fear I have about writing. What if I never have another story to tell? What if I sit down at my computer and I cannot type a single word? What if my style spirals downward into stale and lifeless prose that is both mundane and completely uninteresting? What if I’m just too damn tired to pound out another syllable?
My friend’s restaurant will always have guests. But every fear I outlined about writing has played out for me–more than once or twice. It is the nature of that creative beast, I suppose.
Thus, when Kim Ayres asked me to guest post on his site to “return the favour,” I almost choked. And I stalled for a month, hoping he’d forget he ever asked. He didn’t, which left me to wonder, “What the hell do I write about for Kim’s site and his readers?”
But the theme of “firsts” came to mind, as Kim and El Guapo had crafted for guest posts on my site. Which led me to remember the first time my writing was recognized as something beyond a classroom assignment–way, way back when I was a scrawny kid in elementary school.
Kim’s “assignment” turned out to be a great trip down my personal Memory Lane, and a way to belatedly recognize those who inspire us. Check out “First Writes.”
And thank you Kim, for allowing me to write something out of my own realm, and to share a story with you and yours.