Yesterday, I was watching an episode of Castle while baking cookies and cleaning up around the apartment in an effort to bless my wife. In this episode (Child’s Play, 7.4), the protagonist Richard Castle, a fiction writer who has partnered with the NYPD in effort to do research for his novels ends up in a 2nd grade class to attempt to gather a witness for a crime. In his first address to the class he asks this question: “Does anyone of you know what a writer is?” Several hands are raised, one student answers “a writer writes stories.” He responds, “That is exactly right. And who here knows a writer?,” one student answers concerning the protagonist being a writer, another makes a crack about the protagonists writing. Castle then gets to a point that hit me pretty hard while watching, he presses into the class a little more “Aside from me does anyone here know another writer?” He then asks the class to look to their left, and aside from the row that is looking at the wall he states “All of you are looking at a writer. If you can tell a story, you can write a story.” Then he hands every one of them paper and asks them to write. Now I have partly removed this from its original context, but not far.
I have heard all sorts of inspiring quotes about writing but something about this just hit me. I have wanted to write lately, but haven’t been able to. This morning I tweeted about this urge I have to blog lately, noting that it is November which terrifies me. (See NovemberBlogFest posts from previous years, blog a day for a month, which is not happening again.) However, I will admit that I have been dying to write lately, a song, a novel, a blog, a letter, something anything, I can’t promise I will post anything more but I want to write. A friend of mine often jokes on his Facebook and/or twitter that whenever anyone keeps his accountable about writing or asks him about his book or something similar that “a former friend” asked him. I think I might need more former friends.
While looking over the last blog I wrote on this site I noticed a paragraph that I had written about why I haven’t been writing and I am thinking that I have turned into something that I myself would not be happy about:
God made me a writer. To not practice, to not work that craft because some nutbar didn’t like one word that I used is a denial of me realizing that God wants me to use what he gifted me with to bring him glory.
If you want to read the rest of that post the password is ‘IneedaBeer’.
Fear should never drive us to stop doing what we love.