Today is the one year anniversary of this blog. I like it here.
It's curious, and sometimes sad, to look at paths not taken. When picking a major for college I decided of all the areas that
interested me music was the most likely to deteriorate and not remain a
viable option if I didn't continue it. So I headed that way, unsure of
what I would do with it since a performance career didn't appeal to me
and at the time I didn't plan to teach. When I stumbled on the idea of
instrument making it felt like finding a home, and I'm glad it's
something I pursued. I'm unlikely to reach the top of my profession,
but I appreciate the challenge of trying to earn a place there.
A different direction that I had the option to take was
writing. I love to write. It was always the easiest thing for me in
school. I was one of those (irritating) people who could put off a
paper until mere hours before it was due and dash off something that the
teacher would not only give me an A for, but praise as an example to
other classes. But I only wrote as part of school assignments and that was it. I didn't decide to take a stab at writing on my own until I was in my mid-30s.
I wrote an essay for the This I Believe project on NPR which they recorded. I started a novel because why not? I've written three and have ideas for many more. (The first one I plan to self-publish soon, so stay tuned for that!) My essay Lessons on Love was purchased by Rewire Me (which plans to run it next month) and was recorded for broadcast for this upcoming Mother's Day weekend on a local radio show called Lake Effect. And I had good run for a few years writing for Babble.
However, the truth is my full time work is violins, and I have to fit writing in around the edges of that, and parenting, and other things I do. Writing doesn't pay any bills, and doesn't deserve as much attention as my husband or kids have a right to. Most of the time if Quinn wants to play a game it's time to shut my laptop, because as much as writing is something I like and feel a need to do, I can't justify it taking time away from other things that have to take priority.
I like to think I have what it would take to be a full-time writer if I put my mind to it. But there is a limit to how many full-time things I can be, so I will probably never know. That's not the path I chose. But sometimes there are ways to sneak off a given path while still heading the direction you want to go.
This blog is like a secret trail.
I get to lead my life as a luthier and run my business, and still find time to write. Periods when I'm able to truly buckle down and work on big chunks of fiction are hard to come by lately, but the only way to get better as a writer is to write, and this blog keeps me disciplined. I always have a few drafts in the background. I never get writer's block. This
has been my space to collect my thoughts and organize them, where I challenge myself to write regularly, and risk
showing it to the public. Every time I hit "Publish" it's scary, but this really has been my quiet corner of the
internet to do something I love.
I wasn't sure anyone would visit my blog once I had to do it on my own apart from Babble. I'm grateful as many people followed me over who did, and surprised and pleased some new readers have found me. My readership may be smaller here, but it is of shockingly high quality.
Writers write to be read. Even writers who are really luthiers. Thank you for joining me here and making this endeavor worthwhile.