Friday, April 4, 2014

Five Minute Friday - Writer

Five Minute Friday

Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo's where we gather to write, unedited and from the heart, for five minutes.
Today the word is:

Writer


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I'm not one of the ones who always knew they wanted to be a writer. I am the little girl who always had stories dancing around in her head. The one who organized elaborate games of dress-up or dolls and spun out the story day after day.

As I got older, I became the girl who loved the written words. Books carried me away to places I had only dreamed about. I got so lost in the story that when I looked up from the written page, I was startled to discover I was right there in my very own room (I'm still that way.)

I'm not sure when I began writing the words myself. I do remember standing at the window of the second story bedroom and watching the sunset. I walked to my little desk, pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote a poem.

When the kids were old enough to be in school all day, and the to-do list all checked off, I would sit out on the front porch and write poems - little snippets celebrating our lives and faith and the things pressing on my heart.

As if by design, someone at our church started a writer's group and my writing world expanded. It was pure joy.  It is pure joy - to string words together with the prayer that they will make their way to another heart, and that in some small way they might bring glory to the one who is the Word.

stop:

Blessing,
Linda



9 comments:

  1. This is such a great post. I especially love the picture of your writing space! I was inspired by your journey from a little girl who "spun out the story day after day" (brilliant writing there!) to a woman who is writing powerful prayers. Thank you for sharing your Writing-Self!

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  2. What a serene writing space and what an inspiring story of how your writing life began! This feels like the start of your mission statement or a little piece that you could incorporate into your bio to show us your heart and motivation.

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  3. so glad you discovered writer Linda ;-)

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  4. so glad you discovered writer Linda ;-)

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  5. Can I play? I know it's Saturday but I didn't have even five minutes to spare yesterday.

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    In the first month of sixth grade–Oak Forest Elementary, Houston, Texas– I met Judy. She and I soon discovered we had much in common. We were both quiet observers, mostly invisible to the rest of the class, kinda geeky (long before the term was coined), she with unkempt naturally curly hair, braces and corrective oxford shoes–me with unkempt, poorly cut, naturally straight blonde hair, crooked teeth and scuffed up shoes. We sat next to each other but didn’t interact until one day I noticed she was sketching. I said, “Wow! you are a good drawer!”

    Turned out she was way more than that. She was a writer and she illustrated her own stories. I was a closet writer. I was so enamored of the written word, I couldn’t presume to consider myself a “writer” so I could never allow anyone to read my stories or poetry. Nor would I give my secret dabblings titles. That would have suggested I believed that what I had composed was worthy of being called writing. But Judy changed that for me. She taught me that it was okay to be a writer, it was more than okay to want to be and also believe that I was.

    Yes, I was a strange kid. But Judy was strange in many of the same ways so we got along instantly and became inseparable for the rest of sixth grade and until middle of eighth grade when my father was transferred to Atlanta.

    I will never forget her. I’ve thought about looking her up on the Net but I don't really want to, I think I’d rather remember her exactly as the first time I saw her, sketching wonderful characters on lined paper. She was amazing.

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    1. This is wonderful. I think you should link it at Lisa-Jo's. She gives a writing prompt every friday. It's such a fun exercise.

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  6. Linda, I'm sorry it's been so long since visiting your blog. I forgot to add this new one to my reading list; now I've done that and I can again read your interesting posts. Hope all is well with you.

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  7. What a wonderful post to read! Ah how I remember being a little girl much like you described. I too would create stories and adventures with my dolls and with pictures before I could write words. So glad that you have been given this gift from our mighty and creative Lord. Dropping by from FMF (on a Saturday). Have a wonderful weekend! PS Is that your desk? I love it! It reminds me of my sister-in-law's sewing table/desk.

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  8. Thank you so much for visiting Kelly. Yes, that's my desk. The antique store lady told us it used to live in a pub in England. My husband spotted it - with his good eye for a lovely antique.

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