Going through all of the edits for my book have been eye opening. I started one round and noticed another change I needed to make. That led to another and then another. I didn’t think I was ever going to finish. But I did. We’re reading through it one last time before sending out to publishers. The changes coming in from my personal editor (aka spouse) seem to be dwindling which is great to see.
Over the past few days, I’ve been reminded again and again that no matter what, an artist, which I’ve realized being a writer is, must continually perform their art. I read an article that offered the challenge to writers of writing every day. Every day. When I first read it, I thought, that’s just ridiculous. I can’t write every day. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I want to write every day. It nags at me if I go too long without doing it. In fact, it’s why I wanted to do yet another blog. I’ve even started thinking of my next book. I want to get it going and I’ve not gotten my first book through the process. It almost doesn’t matter.
Over the weekend, I had an appointment in the city. Afterwards, we had lunch and then went to The Walt Disney Family Museum. I love Disney. I love the premise, the man, the parks. Everything about Disney makes such sense to me. I was excited to go to the museum since I’d not been there before. It was larger than I expected but there were two things that hit home to me. In one of the interviews, Mary Blaire, one of the Disney artists, who also has an exhibit at the museum, was talking about drawing. She said something like, there were three things that she did each day. She would take care of her home, take care of her family and draw. It was followed up by Walt saying that the artists had to draw, draw, draw. It was all of their passion. Each person there loved to draw, did it every day and you could see and hear the passion in them. I likened it to writing. It painted my own picture that perhaps I’m meant to be a writer. I’ve always felt it deep down inside and am excited that I feel like I have a new direction in life. I could be a writer.
Finally, the last inspiration I had over the weekend was that Disney doesn’t make movies for children or adults but for people to find, if only for a little bit, the goodness and unspoiled kindness that we each have from our beginning and to revel in it and maybe feel it again if we’ve not for some time.