I've been struggling lately, to my chagrin, with writing. Yes, I've actually considered giving up because it hasn't brought me the pleasure of thrills I used to experience. Even the thought of attending my most favorite writers conference where I feel like queen, made me feel numb.
My writer wings are drooping, my golden quill dulling.
It makes me want to cry, because this is not me! Where is the drive? It was as powerful as hunger!
You know, something my husband mentioned to me in a prayer together, was that the Lord had set forth in motion my gift of writing and He would want me to pursue it. How much smaller could I feel? I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.
Shame on me for snubbing such a wonderful thing from God. Shame! I feel like the prodigal son.
I am not proud to admit any of this, but I want all of you who are writers to know that what you have is truly a gift from Heavenly Father. It is absolutely NO coincidence that you can write a poem. A novel. A short story. An anything! It is a gift from God to share with His children; a chance for YOU to be heard.
I don't want to ever, EVER feel like this again. I don't. I don't want you guys to feel like this, either. If you do, please send me an email (elizabethmueller6ATgmail). I'm really good at building friends up, bringing that old flame to life again so that you can regain that strong drive to writership.
Every time I hear a writer feeling doubts, it feels like an angel losing his or her wings. It's a sad thing, isn't it? I'll do anything to encourage my writerly pal--even if we've never met in person, you're still my friend.
I am not giving up, just so you know...
*I am posting this on all my writing blogs because I feel it very important to share!