I thought today I’d scribble about how awesome 2009 is. The thing is, I don’t watch the news. It’s just bad, bad, bad. Please don’t think I’m making light of people’s troubles because I’m not. I have great compassion for those who are suffering because they’ve lost a job or are having difficult times financially. I’ve been there plenty of times myself, bouncing checks, living off a bag of rice and chicken boullion, no gas money. But folks, we are nowhere near the unemployment rate during the Great Depression. This morning I read that the unemployment rate had increased to 7.2%. Do you know that during the Great Depression it was 24.9% during its worst year? From 1931 to 1938 there was anywhere from 15 to 24.9% of the working population out of work with no prospects. Yes, our people are hurting, but we aren’t anywhere near the level of suffering those people endured.
So, on to 2009… this is just a really good year already. My main goal for this year is to transition to self-employment as a writer. I believe if I can do it this year- when the news media is tossing around nothing but disaster in the headlines- then my chances for success are spectacular when the economy bounces back. What better time is there to make the transition?
God, this whole thing sounds so corporate, right? Blah, blah, blah. Let me cut to the chase… my heart is on fire… words, story, rhythm are what I see when my eyes close. What an immense, joyful, challenging experience it will be over the next 12 months… to delve deeper into my craft, to carve out little bites of truth on the screen and page, to work so much harder than anybody wants to but knowing that it will pay off in the end (I do believe this).
Artists and writers have to walk a tightrope. It takes years, even decades to develop true, longlasting creative skill and craft. Iwas 12 years old when I started penning my first poetry and stories. And I’ve never stopped since. All these years have been practice. I was an incredible poet but terribly shy…not so shy these days- but not as much of a poet. Life’s too short- you have to put yourself out there- into the world, let it tear you open, push you down, ruffle your hair, spit on you. Don’t quit, don’t give up - keep picking yourself up, repeating the process. Continue to write crappy story after crappy story until one day that element you’ve been missing just appears. You’ll laugh, you’ll bawl like a baby, and there will be no greater joy.
Recently I’ve been focusing on non-fiction because it will pay the bills better. I found a mentor to work with and can’t wait to grow in that experience. But most of all I’m thrilled because I’m starting a writing program to focus on fiction and story.
It’s hard to know how much is too much- my plate is going to be ridiculously full. On top of my writing and the dayjob, I’m involved in a lay theology program and facilitate a small group, plus I try to keep up my meditation practice. It’s all part of my experience as gypsypoetfool. When I tried to think about what I might drop off my plate there was nothing that could be removed because there is some element in each of these that I need to thrive.
You know what makes all of this possible? My partner. If she weren’t so amazing and supportive we might have problems. We’ve been together a long time- 12 1/2 years. When life is undergoing massive shifts and you’re in a relationship, it make all the difference to have the support of your loved one. I thank God for her everyday…
2009 is freaking amazing…. so saith the poet…