When I was young, I dreamed of becoming an astronaut. Yeah, so I was scared of flying (still am), I hated the dark (um, space is full of it), and you have to be really, really good at math (strike three). But none of this mattered. I wanted to be an astronaut. I mean seriously, what 5th grader wouldn’t want to eat freeze-dried ice cream, have floating pigtails, or run, well maybe float, around in an outfit that’s the equivalent to the Michelin Man! But alas, there’d be no space walking for me (the motion sickness bag industry is eternally disappointed). Somewhere along the way, my dreams changed. I can’t even tell you when.
But I never dreamed of becoming a writer.
Sure, I’ve always been relatively good at writing. Papers in school came easy and I currently spend my days crafting and editing brochures and other various forms of communications. But I never dreamed I would be a “writer.”
Until I had a story.
For me, this journey started in church. I know, I know these days that’s a miracle unto itself (don’t worry… I’ve made peace with the big guy upstairs). I was listening to the passage of the day when Kenley, Trigg and Bryn first flitted into my mind, and right back out.
I didn’t have a story.
A few minutes later, they came back. And this time, they stayed. I started to think about where they lived, what they looked like, and who they were. Soon, I was obsessed. My mind started racing so fast, I dove into my purse searching for anything to write on. Nothing, so I grabbed the first thing I saw, a donation envelope. I scribbled notes all over the back, flipped it, and covered the front. I carefully ripped open the glued seems and filled every space on the inside. And when I ran out of room, I grabbed the next one. As my husband watched, utterly confused, I quickly filled ten envelopes – and remained seated for the closing hymns.
I had a story.
On the way home, my husband asked what I was doing. I was too embarrassed to say. Instead I asked if I could “just have an hour to try something.” He said yes - it was a moment that changed my life forever. I quickly got into a comfortable pair of sweats, grabbed my laptop and started typing. Several hours later, I was staring wide-eyed at the first chapter of Providence.
I had a story!
And a new dream.
Tawn
I'm so proud of you. You've got an awesome dream. And you know what, I wouldn't even call it a dream anymore, cause really Kim, you've accomplished it. You've written the book. And it's damn good. Now the NEW dream is to get it published. And as always, you are determined to accomplish this dream as well and are talking the steps to do so.
ReplyDeleteSo awesome job on accomplishing your first dream, and blessings on accomplishing your 2nd one.
Love you!
(again this is Kristin, NOT Scott). :0)