You know how, as creative women, we come to the end of our careers, hopeful and yet a little scared as we move on into retirement? It's a lot, all at once; a ton of paperwork, insurance boogers, and the Tasmanian Moneyplanning-Devil. Beneath the now-different To-Do lists the desire to finally sit down to write sits there, gasping for breath.
Then life starts making other plans for your time. Those juices get sticky as a grandchild's little hands. Fear slips in, and when you finally do grab a few minutes to write, it feels like there is a wall between you and what is wanting to be born into the world. How do I know this? I had that same desire and urgent calling to write, too. I had no idea how to begin or what to do, and I could find no help for a recently-retired lady who wanted to write!
So after a 25-year career in broadcasting and then 16 more years as a public school teacher, I retired. I tried to write, but the excitement and ideas soon began to dry up. My inner critic went to work, too." It's too late, you're too old. It would be selfish. Your parents and family still need you. There are already so many writers who have natural talents, skills, and gifts- who do you think you are?" I went on, questioning myself until one day, I asked out loud, "Who DO I think I am?" That question finally struck a note, and the code cracked wide open. My journey into living the life of a writer began. I was flooded with ripening questions, and I wrote them all down, did all the research, and I finally had the answers to my previously forbidden fruit. I could finally sink my teeth into the new reality, "This is a new chapter, not the end of my story, and there are other women just like me; women with juicy gifts to discover and a story to tell." Let’s begin!