The Ending…Far Off In The Distance

I’m working on a prequel to my short story ‘Grave Bargains’ at the moment. Its a novella called ‘Bedouin Boy’.

I started this project out of irritability and boredom. It was early December. I’d just finished NaNoWriMo, and I needed something to tide me over until the New Year when I would resume normal programming with my writing projects.

In the last week I have smashed out two thirds of the story. It’s nearly done, or at least I think it is. Or hope it is. Writing is not a game for those that can’t handle incompleteness, and sometimes I swear I’m in the wrong game.

Last week, the inspiration and plot development was flowing out of me like lava almost 24/7. Now, I’m almost at the end, but the perfect ending has not yet crafted itself in my imagination yet. After the inspiration running so hot last week, it feels kind of strange- and frustrating- that I can’t seem to get the ending out.

This was supposed to be a fun project for me to potter along with between Christmas and New Year, but I’ve somehow managed to make it not fun somewhere along the way. As the inspiration has flowed, I’ve felt my inner critic subtly pushing me more and more for completion. Before Christmas, before Christmas, it screams.

I can’t bear the thought of getting to January 1st and resuming normal programming when I HAVEN’T FINISHED this last project (gasp).

Oh and then I’m going to rewrite Grave Bargains. So when I think about it, even if I do finish Bedouin Boy by Christmas, I’m nowhere near the end just yet.






I am ashamed of my creative journey.

Or at least I have been. Until now.

For as far back as I can remember I have felt ashamed of who I am. About the things that make me who I am. For the things I want- to travel the world and write- or don’t want- to study, establish a career, settle down. What I want and don’t want has felt like it doesn’t fit the mold of what is acceptable in mainstream society. My life’s purpose lives outside the realms of the traditional paths of study & career. I’m not opposed to a having a day job, but I’ve never identified a long-term vocation that remotely appealed to me to deserve the investment of my time, money and energy. As a result, I am ‘uneducated’ in the traditional sense. I didn’t graduate high school and I have not attended college or university. I have studied writing, in the form of attending many workshops and masterclasses. In this method, I am also a highly skilled circus performer, specializing in advanced level hula hooping.

My doubt isn’t associated with my ability to write or the importance of my stories. My doubt stems from my perceived inability to survive in the mainstream world without a mainstream vocation.

Until now I’ve seen my creative passions and interests as not viable in the ‘real’ world. I questioned how I was supposed to live in the ‘real’ world. I have never believed and trusted that I could survive doing what I do. Not because I doubted that my passions could be monetized. It wasn’t a matter of whether I could do it. It was a matter of whether I should. Whether it was a responsible choice for my life, and as that of a contributing member of society. I have never believed and trusted that I could get by in the world being what I am and doing what I do.

I have spent years trying to put myself in a box into which I do not fit. Ultimately in order to be approved of and accepted by others, whether it be parents, family members, romantic partners or friends.

Today I felt as if I was finally able to start letting go of the shame around my preoccupation with my life’s purpose of being a storyteller.  To start letting go of the fear and guilt around my lack of interest in a ‘traditional’ life path of study and career.

I no longer believe that the pursuit of my passions is irresponsible.

I no longer believe that I am being naive to believe that I will be supported in this pursuit of my life purpose, whether directly or indirectly.

As a creative, as a storyteller, I am worthy of love and connection.

This self-realization- this permission– has brought me to a whole new phase of my creative journey.

Watch this space.