|Posted by Donna Dawson on July 3, 2013 at 2:30 PM|
You Should Write
By Donna Fawcett
"If you do nothing else in life, you should write. You're good at it."
The words sat in my mind—a nice sentiment from a kind person who was paid to encourage my work. It took me two decades to believe and act upon the words of my high school English teacher. I think it was fear that held me back—the belief that I couldn't be as good as she suggested.
Life happened, muffling the call to do what I had been called to be. Marriage, children and the empty nest carried me through the years and yet the voice whispered on. You should write.
The persistent call of impending maternal redundancy screamed at me until the echo from the past had its way.
The story was a simple one; an event where my dog had rescued my daughter from the path of an oncoming truck. I expected rejection. Anticipated it. Prepared for it. Then the envelope came, nestled in the dark confines of our rural mailbox alongside the bills and the fliers. Its contents contradicted my expectations. I stood in stunned silence as the cheque and the edited version of my story mocked my self-doubt. My first story. My first published work.
You should write. That voice that had nagged and promised now seemed to crow in triumph as I stumbled back to the house. My heart pounded as the past and the present collided in one euphoric moment. Perhaps I was meant to write. Perhaps my teacher had said more than what her pay cheque required of her. Perhaps her encouragement was genuine.
I sat at my computer and between glances at the confirmation of my calling and the keyboard, I pecked out another tale. And another. As though a seal had been broken, words flooded from my mind through my fingertips and onto the page. That's when I knew. I was a writer.