Celebrating My Thirty-Year Writing Anniversary

Thirty years ago, a mile from where I type now in Denver, I began my writing life in earnest. I wanted so badly to write, but I had no idea how or what! In a class called Writing the Wild Woman, I learned how to free-write, scribbling alongside other women. Afterward, we howled. Because, wild women and all.

It’s hard for me to believe I’ve dedicated 30 years to writing. As a girl, I spent most of my free time reading. I wanted to be a writer. And so, with lots of ink and angst, I have fulfilled a childhood dream. Despite the baby-blue typewriter my parents gifted me, I didn’t have the courage to start writing until my mid-20s.

In my garage are boxes filled with hundreds of journals. I haven’t kept everything but have files full of poems, articles, and essays. All the unseen words speak to the invisible labor that is the writing life. What is visible are the words I managed to bravely put into the world. If we want to have an impact, we have to overcome our fears and insecurities.

I like to say that if you want to know yourself deeply, take up an art form or start a business. All your demons will rise up to meet you. By continuing to show up, you learn that you are more than a handful of insecurities and hopes. Writing is a most splendid way to meet yourself in ink and hopefully, come out loving yourself a bit more.

Writing has offered me a powerful path to personal growth and empowerment. This is what I want for my clients. Not that they become writers, but that by becoming writers they become a stronger version of themselves.

My version of success

My writing life does not resemble what I dreamed of in my Ohio bedroom. I have not been ‘discovered’ by a publisher. I am not a best-selling author and my novel has not been adapted to a film starring Amy Adams. Dang! But how often do our actual lives match up to our imagined lives? I didn’t get married until I was 50, and my husband doesn’t look anything like I’d imagined. And yet, he’s perfect for me. As is my writing life.

If I look back and tally the wins, I’m proud of my writing life. I’ve written and self-published eight books and am working away at my ninth, a novel. I’ve published countless articles, mostly about writing and the creative process, productivity, and a few about yoga. I’ve learned how to write sales copy, because as a solopreneur, being able to promote my services was vital to survival. I don’t earn a living from writing. I have earned over $100,000 from writing – a glorious $3,333 per year!

You may know that I’m into a lot of things. I’m a writer, artist, gardener, traveler. Through my business, it seems like I’ve done a million different things, from retreats to online classes to monthly writing challenges. People call this ‘all over the place.’ Maybe so. When I look over the landscape of my writing life, I see a map of my abundant curiosity and creativity.

Aside from any outcome, my biggest success is that I kept writing. Even as my creativity has led me all over, writing persists. I’ve savored a lot of little writing victories. I have learned so much about myself and the art of writing things people (hopefully) want to read. I have the freedom to write what I want. My days involve a lot of writing. From commenting on clients’ writing to writing my novel to writing this essay, I see my values threaded through all my words: honesty, integrity, purpose, creativity, love of language and humor. Showing up to write means showing up to be me. 

Thirty years in, I am astonished to discover that even though I wander freely among all the creative outlets I love, I have become a person of tenacity and commitment. I am willing to keep at it even when writing feels like an emotional tsunami. The rampant rejections and disappointments have fostered a healthy sense of humility in me.

We want to write because we have something to say, and we want to be heard. There’s no way to measure how my writing has impacted the world. I only know that by showing up despite all the fears and doubts*, I have cultivated a healthy sense of self-respect. Whatever the outcome, I have honored this life-long impulse to write. I plan to keep writing, and friends, I hope you do, too.

*Spell-correct changed that to donuts. If ONLY my writing were fueled by donuts!