Sunday, April 10, 2011
Odd Source of Inspiration
As you’ve probably noticed, I haven’t posted anything in two weeks. Work kidnapped the writer in me. Then I got sick, so my inspiration turned as bitter as the antibiotics I was on. However, last night while talking on the phone with a dear friend who’s also one of my former university professors, I got the push I needed. Since I graduated, we’ve kept in touch despite all of my moves (and boy, do I move more than a migrating flock of Barnacle geese!).
Well, last night she told me that her younger sister had just passed away. I wanted to utter compassionate consoling words, but they eluded me. I offered my condolences and promised to keep her in my prayers. And then she asked me, “Tell me, how’s your writing?” The tone in her voice had changed; it was lighter. I could almost hear the smile in her voice. I told her that it was non-existent. She then added, “Hurry up and finish your book so I can buy it!” My heart shrank. Her kind and supportive words were uplifting. How did she manage to offer the right words despite her own pain and sorrow?
Before I hung up, she reiterated, “Keep writing.” Her words still echo in my head. For this reason she’s not only my friend, but also my mentor, role model, and mother-figure. She has always given me great advice, pushed me to explore my limits, and above all, she’s believed in me.
Do you have a supportive someone who believes in your writing?